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Jun 5
A long night’s silence
locked away behind a door,
cobwebs sleeping on the handle,
blood reflecting off the floor.
Should you dare to steal a peak
through the broken glass panes,
you won’t be shocked to discover
a bare and broken heart’s remains.
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Katie be my darling  20/F
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