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  • -Me
  • Apr 10, 2016
  • 1 min read

Updated: Jul 7, 2022

I'm pulling out your teeth

I'm showing you the blood

Your eyes too blue to focus

I'm needling the thread

Then laugh

for the way we'll always be

Alone together catching red

May we vanish to the stars that crossed us

and come around again

 
 
 

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