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The death of you Is unpicking All of the stitches I've sewn up And the wounds Are being rubbed In coarse salt. Punishing me For ever forgetting about them.
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May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 3:36 PM UTC
Death dead dying
The death of you Is unpicking All of the stitches I've sewn up And the wounds Are being rubbed In coarse salt. Punishing me For ever forgetting about them.
lydia-pinder
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May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 3:36 PM UTC
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