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Feb 28
I was frightened
by your kiss
last night.
A shred of discomfort,
please awaken me
like a whisper.
I fear
the slow corrosion
of your silver and gold.
How do I prepare you
to take a bullet
when I plan to run
from your wound?
Written by
justabyte
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   Wyatt
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