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May 2014
My lover's eyes caressed the
Contours of my naked body.
So vulnerable, I clung to every
Gentle touch and fell in love
With every catch in his breath.

But as I went to take a drag,
He handed to me a cup,
And his lips formed a trail of blood
As he pierced into my chest
"Alcohol kills so much quicker, dear"
With the same mouth he used
To kiss me.
Miranda Renea
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Miranda Renea  25/F
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