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Weak.

Intricate crimson ribbons flow hastily
down my spine, bidding me to collapse
upon the sodden Earth.

The world is at ease tonight as the silver
lining of our coffins bleed into every pore,
leaving a path of discreet destruction.

Cleansing breaths are corrosive for such
weak hearts to withhold. Careless candy
for the soul.

Your fingertips suture the wounds that I
so foolishly inflicted, it figures that I would
be so weak towards your advances.

To give into you would be the end of me.

And so the end I shall embrace.


Written by jadielue (Jade.)
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