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Sep 2014
I will love you so hard
that your bones will fracture,
crumble between my lips
with each "I love you"
you didn't respond to.

my words will scar themselves
across your skin,
they will hold your bones together,
hold you, hold you, hold you,
until my name is the only
that hurts.
Dean Eastmond
Written by
Dean Eastmond  Weymouth
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