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heartache
res miranda.
day of the dead. i lifted up my wounded heart.
surrendered it to the setting sun. you tore it
apart. at the seams it seems i never wished
on falling stars that you would stay
and live my way. and yet you wandered so far
to be by my side only to run.
to run and stem the crying tide you left in me.
you say your ambiguity makes you crazy but i
i am driven till i break by the memory of those
nights lying naked on the floor feeling the blood
in my veins and wanting pleading for more.
more of your sweet love. you are in my blood.
and today is the day of the dead.
res miranda.
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