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insight twentyeight
Shakespeare's love by me.
night drew dark as the wind whistles blew
cold creeping under the covers of her bed
staring at pixelated images of a girl she once knew
now that girl is the reflection who wishes her dead
pillow gripped near as the scent whispers calm
the sweet tear from closed eyes role down
bright visions of him lying left of her arm
the throat crushing pain of wanting him around
blood rivers weaving through the path of her sight
ceiling caves into sadness that does consume
one desired wish for him could set her right
the intertwined happiness in one lonely bedroom
ache of love strikes that heart too hard
her mind wishing she was under the graveyard
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