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Back to MY PoetrY oR RandoM WritingS I want to cry
I want to breathe
Waiting to be drained
Fading with my tree top
Blood at my fingertips
Oh, honey, baby
It�s spreading across you
Too
Scream out your scare
To tear up the dusk
Hate him and dislike her
Maybe you�re torn a little further
I want to soar
I want the wind
Rainwater
Fall on the cross of my pale heart
Beautiful pen scratches
Silence to quiet
So stop falling to blame
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