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I'm not sure what genre is this, really. I wanted to put it into a 'story poem' but there wasn't any.
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Memories of stained glass
Heavy on my shoulders
The weight holds me down
In my slow slumber hours.
A relic of your past in my drawer
From a l..
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Take your sword,
Bleed with me.
Let me die in your arms.
Forsake everything.
Kiss me, leave me, tear me.
Abuse me, hurt me, hit me...
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Yours is the only shoulder that I’ll cry on,
So I’ll never cry again.
Never again to feel anything.
Never again to play God.
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Everything was erased.
The data, the pictures, the emails,
Everything that had you in it
was gone.
Believe me when I said I tried to m..
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Never you touch him again
Or hold him, or feel him with your own hands -
Your blood-stained hands that you have mercilessly used
For you hav..
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You hold my hands
Look deep into my eyes
And you tell me you love me
More than you loved
Annabell, Lisa, Suzanne and Jeannette
Si..
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Bleeding, windows broken
Someone’s broken into my heart
I tried to protect for so long
Huddled along in my own corner
Always allowing othe..
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My slumber in your arms
The soft blankets, your warm body
Dreaming of journeys with paved roads
Leading up to mountains of endless possibilities
S..
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A cherished memory.
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