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Teenage minds get cluttered and sometimes it's nice to just let it all out. Here's my space to let it out.

Friday, 10 April 2015

Cold Love

White skin
Frosted red lips
Words whisper out

Cold eyes pierce me
His hold deepens
My stomach quivers

He leans in
I shiver

The dagger pierces me

Rasping breaths
Red coughs

He saunters off into the night
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