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Color My Murder
Uh.
Poem 11
No Name Enemy

Crack, slip, a flick of the wrist.
A chip off the old block, I wrap my shoulder in silence.
Little enemies, big loves-
I could never really tell the difference.

Carry me home on a stretcher
Just like the good old days.
My heart in my throat
And a chill in my hands.

I just need someone to fall into eternity with me.
Someone hold my heart and fall apart with me.
I'm a broken puzzle just like in those fantasies.

Maybe I should have gathered more than just a broken heart.





 
 
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