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Sep 2013
Time washing away
The cuts

In your arms.
My breath

Weakens
At home.

Hear the doors
So far... Open

So much peace it seems
Safe.

Be.
Cause you won’t bleed

Under my wing.
You won’t cry

So long as I can see.
Don’t fear,

I’ve got you dear.
Or at least trying,
Not crying.
Marshall CB Hiatt
Written by
Marshall CB Hiatt  21/M/Salt Lake City
(21/M/Salt Lake City)   
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