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youngloudandalyssa:

I am jet black, I am stone cold. Jet black to the center. Funny like a funeral. I need you to bury me. White noise in black room dust. These hands long for one last touch. Hourglass all out of trust. I don’t scratch so I won’t itch. I don’t reach so I won’t miss. I taste our last kiss. This is the cure: the same as the symptom. Simple and pure: break to keep fixing. Patiently nurse, patient and nurse. This is the part I wouldn’t show you. The part where you say, “I don’t even know you.” This is your cue. Be glad it’s through.

LB

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