

First poemYes Dear, Id be happy to die for you.First poem
I admit to becoming a pane of broken glass, bitter shards reach up and tear at innocent feet. forgive me
Youre bleeding Ive done it. Im only saltwater now the ash angel taps the shoulder of my soul. I have to go
I drink gasoline from your hallowed skull. It drifts back into calmer streams smiling without me. you are free
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You only live once, no regrets!!
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