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This is going to kill me.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Angst - Words: 65 - Published: 10-14-11 - id: 2960965
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Hollow whispers are filling my empty mind;
Your lipstick stains the mirror in my sunken eyes.
A broken body on the table, my blood to drink.
Our legs crumbled on the catastrophic broken stairwell,
And our limbs connected one person.
They called it the road map of life,
They called it excellence, they called it immortal in war.
Could you see yourself? Can you believe…?
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