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"a thousand goodbyes"

a thousand cries.
a thousand goodbyes.
a thousand things that
will never be forgiven.
a thousand kisses that
now taste like poison.

you're no longer
here, so i no longer feel
in heaven.

i was begging
and begging,
but never getting.

i can still smell
your denim,
as you smelled
like lemon,
but tasted like
venom.

you were the
devil with a
sharp weapon
to my heaven.
-L

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