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Let's Be Spectrums

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LMW-The-Poet

Published: Sep 3, 2014

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We're spectrums, darling
I'll carve hatred into your wrists,
Ad you carve love above my heart.

Allow me to line your arms
In the design of fishnets,
As you draw bloody hearts
Upon dried, brown cheeks.

We'll shower you
Until you're deep maroon,
And drown me too
Until I'm fresh in the redest.

And we can intertwine
Our ever-scarred fingers,
And become the spectrums.

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