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I want my love to be a warm blanket on a cold day A gentle candle in the dark A mug of cocoa with marshmallows floating in it But instead it was a straitjacket that bound you A stick of dynamite that blew off our fingers A draught of poison that numbed our senses We were gripping the knife's blade, and the tighter I held, The deeper it cut.
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Oct 5, 2020
Oct 5, 2020 at 9:31 PM UTC
The Blade
I want my love to be a warm blanket on a cold day A gentle candle in the dark A mug of cocoa with marshmallows floating in it But instead it was a straitjacket that bound you A stick of dynamite that blew off our fingers A draught of poison that numbed our senses We were gripping the knife's blade, and the tighter I held, The deeper it cut.
That's not where you're supposed to hold it.
#love#loss#regret
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Mokuseijin
Oct 5, 2020
Oct 5, 2020 at 9:31 PM UTC
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