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weak.
I travel back 9 Aprils
Grip the doe-eyed girl I was
And moments before shaking her
I embrace her instead.
She is weak and I know that now.
He says it's been a long time since he wanted anyone bad enough to just take them.
I taste metal and bite down hard, copper tinged spit.
I spark and it lights up the night.
Grip the doe-eyed girl I was
And moments before shaking her
I embrace her instead.
She is weak and I know that now.
He says it's been a long time since he wanted anyone bad enough to just take them.
I taste metal and bite down hard, copper tinged spit.
I spark and it lights up the night.
Published 30th Dec 2013
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31st Dec 2013 8:54am
so well crafted, to describe that particular violence. the brand of it goes deep...
Anonymous
31st Dec 2013 1:12pm
Tension is building up through the whole poem, almost giving me shivers. Amazing words!
