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May 2014
Your screams sounded like the waves
Crashing against the pier that night
At 3 a.m
My tears were salty like the sea
But my eyes wouldn't stop
I listen to seashells to remember your voice
And I hope you remember mine
Because your words were like razor blades that I would swallow to make you smile
But your lips
Your lips were like roses and I wish they were still mine
Niamh O'Neill
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