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DearPoetry

Published: Nov 25, 2013

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I loved her like the flaws in barbed wire; it stung. & I needed to take her castle ribs- but I was jealous of heaven. She spoke through her bones. She: a beautiful decay draped along my apartment, & the mess of my mouth. When she left, I cried big ugly tears for the First Aid of her heartbeats I needed Draco. I needed her. “Is it sweet?” She meows even still with all my self-doubt. This thing, I must not feed it- As I still long to leave galaxies along the length of her entire bed.

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