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I plucked a book from my closet The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson I open to a random 573 The Test of Love -- is Death It hurts to hold this book to hold this poem in my hands because you got me this book you showed me all the most painful things brand new, this book, ******* you with wine in my veins and played me out, and I was young and dumb I should have played the game, but I flipped out you were terribly cute, threateningly Norwegian I HATE to admit this, but I STILL love you like the deepest laceration, the sorest wound of this animal though I know it to be only longing for the semblance of a truly wild life. It hurts so bad because I'll die and never talk to you again I always purposefully acted crazy and burned bridges with every ex-lover Here's what I held from myself: I know that I am good enough That I don't have to worry That I will overwrite your memory With new love, true and blazing bright And it will all be okay. More than that, It will mean more than you could ever mean to me.
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May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 1:19 AM UTC
Destroy Pain.
I plucked a book from my closet The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson I open to a random 573 The Test of Love -- is Death It hurts to hold this book to hold this poem in my hands because you got me this book you showed me all the most painful things brand new, this book, ******* you with wine in my veins and played me out, and I was young and dumb I should have played the game, but I flipped out you were terribly cute, threateningly Norwegian I HATE to admit this, but I STILL love you like the deepest laceration, the sorest wound of this animal though I know it to be only longing for the semblance of a truly wild life. It hurts so bad because I'll die and never talk to you again I always purposefully acted crazy and burned bridges with every ex-lover Here's what I held from myself: I know that I am good enough That I don't have to worry That I will overwrite your memory With new love, true and blazing bright And it will all be okay. More than that, It will mean more than you could ever mean to me.
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May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 1:19 AM UTC
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