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If we were to meet again.
I would, put your feet near the fire,
Until your skin started to crackle.
Do you want the knife back?
Or, shall I keep it in my heart?
Slightly and almost naive.
Feeling so betrayed.
Waiting for the blood to,
flow back down to my knees.
So many words were left unsaid,
Every night they speak (to me)
Feeling your breath on my chest tonight,
Could have never been this sweet.
This dream is killing me.
I grow weaker (every time).
Haunted by this dream.
Dreaming you'd come back to me.
It keeps me up.
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