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By Marshall Hann Submitted by blessed23 Date: 2007 Sep 10 Comment on this Work [[2007.09.10.21.46.24715]] |
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We used to stitch eachothers wounds underneath the moonlight by the cemetary gates (I dreamt of what tomorrow would look like if you were to leave me standing in the darkness with no hand to hold; no guide to show me the way out) I felt the wind surrender to my lungs as I kissed you (that memory still stabs my mind) but you were fragile you understood me as a shattered window you strangled your soul with each breath you reluctantly inhaled you listened to me hanging on words like nervous virgins on prom night (you were too eager to please what was already yours) |