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she is smiling at me and smoking cigarettes again
there is no blame for letting them crush you
let your wounds stale held together by stone
if you pull the knife out now you will bleed to death
i have picked the flowers for when you are ready
Published 3rd May 2017
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3rd May 2017 1:04pm
6th May 2017 5:33pm
such minimal verses where you fix on the context ..bring in such scenes n emotions..and all in that fitting in your pov n punches n message n stark question sometimes...all in such simplistic words n delivery..
u r amazing each time i read u ..
u r amazing each time i read u ..
