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Some days I wake up, to the sound of you slamming doors I jump, like a scared child But I'm not a child I'm a woman I crawl out of bed It is still dark out but I know I can't go back to sleep
Desire is not transparent glass We wake not to the blue breeze But to the steel kiss Of lips coated with champagne poison Smoke looks like soft eternity and velvet voices to the young who blush at men
I write Because bullets hit my head I write So  bullets will never do so again I write Because I lived I write
She cries softly, Tears drive down her cheek. Hopelessness fills her body greatly, And she fears the next encounter. How shall she escape,
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