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cigarette burns and broken dreams

Poetry By: WeirdAdolescent
Poetry




Submitted:Feb 23, 2013    Reads: 22    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


i try to speak but blood comes out

would i be able to see the sunrise

and feel your skin against mine

i try to stay but death calls

it has a beautiful voice

i need to go home

please remember how much i loved you

and how i died for your sins

for as death will tear us apart

just like love did





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