If memories could have been killed,
This quiet city would never have to
face wild and tragic suicides.
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A/N: Please don't kill the votes as well. The star's waiting to shine!
YOU ARE READING
the slow art of breathing bitter
Poetryslow dancing love and pain in the midnight chorus of liquor-washed autumn green ... || a constellation of destructive poetry ||
If You Could Only Kill Them
If memories could have been killed,
This quiet city would never have to
face wild and tragic suicides.
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A/N: Please don't kill the votes as well. The star's waiting to shine!