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Dec 2020
I want your ribs to crack

with the overflow of love you hold for me.

I want you to choke

on all the words you can't find to describe me.

I wish for the breath to be taken right from your lungs

every time you think about my smile.

And if we're being honest, I hope you wind up dead

so that one day our graves might lay next to one another

after a life filled to the brim with raw,

violent,

love.
Macy Wieland
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Macy Wieland  20/F
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