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Aug 2013
Love is not a soothing thing
It is more a ruling thing
Taking over me
But this is not love

I don't know it well enough to be.

This is infatuation.

This is every
brittle bone
in my body
trying to push you away
and my heart singing
hallelujah
when I don't even believe
in a God

Your names sounds
Holy
Your fingertips
Know me
I'm breaking
Slowly
Written by
Katherine
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