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Apr 17
Knuckles white...
I held on
As long as I could
Sweaty palms
Gripping the corpse
Of our love
As if I could squeeze
Life back into it.
I tried my best.
Failed.
Then let go.
deanena tierney
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deanena tierney  47/F
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