We cut and shook
our hands, formed
a bond as you told
me, "I will always be
in you as your blood."
But now you have dis-
appeared and all I am
left with is a scar and
anemia.
Oct 23, 2011
Oct 23, 2011 at 1:33 AM UTC
We cut and shook
our hands, formed
a bond as you told
me, "I will always be
in you as your blood."
But now you have dis-
appeared and all I am
left with is a scar and
anemia.
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