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Aug 2014
Memories burn my lips to ash, forcing their way down my throat.
Red rain falls from the clouds above my heart, tainting the pictures sepia.
I am choking on your love but it tastes like the hot, silver metal of rage.
Shards of my heart have found a way into my lungs.
Emily Archer
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Emily Archer  20/F
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