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Category: Writing and Poetry
She loves me She hates me Her place in my arms A place of pain The smoke-stained walls Illuminated by the crappy TV- Her skin lit by my bright eyes
The sound of her heart against mine A ticking clock
Counting away mortality
I want to scream To tell Isis my last wish To pull Osiris' hand I want to die
With you in my bright eyes The dirty sheets on an unmade bed
My final resting place
"Too good to be true" She tells me every week
If only she knew Understood Realised?
It isn't the fear of death Gripping the torn lung I have overcome that
It is the fear of life Existence Without you
10:44 AM
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