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do not lie to me
you, with stars in your hands

you were not meant to bleed
to mourn as your heart is smeared across the night

you were not meant to grieve

do not tell me you love me
with your gilded words
your gravity 

you cannot understand
that i was born of a monster 
i clawed out of a bloody death 
- the death of a girl 

collapse against me
maybe
i will allow you to taste my sorrow
to remember the sound of my scars
sounds that i have learned from the moon

tomorrow i'll leave you as i've learned 
dragging myself behind
i'll leave you with a song of red
i'll leave you with cartilage and a dried up ocean

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