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Feb 2014
[fragment]**
I can not breath,
Unless your lips, of black & blue,
Are pressed against me.
My pale skin can meet your once unbruised skin,
And maybe I will breath again.
So, place your tainted, blood-stained lips against my clean, pure ones, and
Pull me into your damaged world
rachel
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rachel  america
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