wine nights and spilling ink

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oh but you're so pretty
the stars would cry
they shine for you
the flowers would die
they bloom for you
don't get too close
i might turn you into poetry
we are rotting
but we are not yet corpses
so, cry my dear
but do not bleed
cry my dear
so the others can see that
you saw love in empty hearts

i still love you, i promise

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