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We only hear what we choose.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry - Chapters: 4 - Words: 254 - Reviews: 10 - Updated: 03-01-09 - Published: 02-21-09 - id: 2638506
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Put a dagger in your hand,
then called it to my chest -
cut me out, your cardboard
carbon copy, shallow hearts
and burning breath,
feel my throat dear, it burns
burns burns for your caress.
And we're
wondering who needs whom?
21/02/2009
15:32
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