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To love me
My heart weighs like a boulder
Breath stealer inside my chest
when your voice gets lost in the static of me.
How does one keep love's door open?
I sense his closing
Festering blame is the bury worthy feeling
Since loving me is to love a dying thing.
Breath stealer inside my chest
when your voice gets lost in the static of me.
How does one keep love's door open?
I sense his closing
Festering blame is the bury worthy feeling
Since loving me is to love a dying thing.
Published 28th Sep 2019
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