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9:05pm

two encased/

scarlet hearts race/

in the backseat/

wrapped in flesh/

heat/ begging to release/

saltwater tears/ and back pocket fears/

swollen, cherry lips/ aching to be kissed/

catching menthawl drifts/

caught my scarlet heart/ by a string/

pulling on my arteries/

spilling through my veins/

what little scars remain/

have all been washed away/

by your saltwater tears/

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