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My love,
This anger seems
To flow
Straight out of
My bones,
Hitting your face
As I scramble around,
All over the place.
I’ve been meaning to write,
Believe me I have
But everything I pen down
Sounds awfully bad.
My love,
Do you lie?
Do I need a passable reason
To breakdown and cry?
Because I’ve seen the way
You watch the world turn,
The way your eyes burn
When sadness hits.
My love,
I need to know
Your every move,
Your every step
Before your body is the only thing I forget.

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