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Jan 2011
You loved me l.i.g.h.t.l.y.
I only felt it
In my bones.
You were a sickness,
And I --
Was the infected.
You
Took me over,
And I --
Ached with your weight.
You loved me lightly...
But,
You used me like a **grave.
(c) January 10th, 2011 Moriah Jean

Actually, for my muse.
It's been months since he walked out of my life, but I've been dreaming about him again.
Written by
Moriah Jean
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