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The white page before me is splattered with blood

Crimson as a dying rosebud

Your touch still lingers on my skin,

The faint scent of your sadness still tinges the air

Sparks still dance across my skin, you have devious brairs

And you pushed me away

You told me to go, that I couldn’t stay

I held you so close, too close…suffocation

Gasping for air, struggling to breathe…what a pleasurable sensation   

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