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No door
No bed
Not my words
But a book on the shelf
Not right, but a clock
Leaned against the wall
Two bodies
Few words
Few said
Night out
Lights flickering
Something bleeds of blood
Not by choice
Survived
Still flames
scarred sternum
Trust
A gift, a curse
For better, certainly for worse
Time heals all
But wounds
No door
No bed
Not my words
But a book on the shelf
No bed
Not my words
But a book on the shelf
Not right, but a clock
Leaned against the wall
Two bodies
Few words
Few said
Night out
Lights flickering
Something bleeds of blood
Not by choice
Survived
Still flames
scarred sternum
Trust
A gift, a curse
For better, certainly for worse
Time heals all
But wounds
No door
No bed
Not my words
But a book on the shelf
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