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every tear that falls

is an ocean full of empty hopes.

your face is a reminder

of lost time,

and death.

shrill and cold,

is my heartbeat,

after you left me to my on demise.

cry.

cry on my shoulder,

and let me push you away.

smile.

smile with me,

and i'll pull you closer

and tell you how much i loathe you.


tears that quench my thirst; h.k


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