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Aug 2014
This rope, this rope,
is wrapped around my throat,
every time i speak to you
  i choke, slowly choke
The suffocation turns my face
to a glowing shade of red,
restricting me from telling you
what i should have said
This rope, this rope,
is wrapped around my throat
everytime I speak to you
i choke,slowly choke
The suffocation turns my face
from red to a deathning blue,
after you leave i breath and watch you
go, slowly slowly go
Monique Isom
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Monique Isom  America
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