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Feb 2014
You told me you hated the smoke
But when it was washed off my body
The steam surrounded us
The world slowed
And I heard every drip of water
On my pale skin

Your hands were imprinted on my body
And they would never fade
Red lips covered your neck
Bruises on my soul are fading
When I'm against a cold damp wall
with wet hair entagled in your hands

You told me you hated the smoke
But when I kissed you
you said I tasted amazing
I was addicted to cancer
and you addicted to
How I became
Amelia
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Amelia
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