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Copyright © 2009 Rachael Harvey
Sit alone and smoke your cigarette
and let your features take me in
Because, you see
I like the way you hold your mouth
The way your eyes steal me
and away from our present moment I sink
soft, pale hands try and hold me close
let me smell your cold dark hair
and fall asleep beside your unbeating body
From Rachael: So I came across [this] dated back when I was about 14-15. A couple of these were the darker—bloodier ones I had mentioned. Punctuation isn't correct, and I don't know the correct way to format any of it either....
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