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I want my sea

lit by her house

 

My eye will tear

the ground to mud

 

Rose from my cheeks

She draws my blood

  • Author: Not (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 14th, 2024 06:40
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  • Alan R

    the first two lines....brilliant!



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