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May 2014
I couldn't seem to let you leave.
So I buried you beneath
Silky, white sheets.

You said you adored red.
So I painted them
With every part of you.

I gave you everything
But, I've become afraid.
See it's been awhile
Since my lover kissed me,
Or rolled out of bed.


*I may have killed him,
I think he's dead.
Written by
Two-headed Monster
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     Lior Gavra, ---, Taylor and Mary
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