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I have grown a fear of living
I have grown a fear of cold winds
And open doors
Of bleeding gums and cherry lip balm
Of blonde-haired black-eyed girls
With vacant stares and empty smiles
With a resonance in their words like rising oceans in an empty womb
With poems on their wrists
Who ponder the world as they deconstruct it
To die before they right their wrongs
I have grown a fear of cold winds
And open doors
Of bleeding gums and cherry lip balm
Of blonde-haired black-eyed girls
With vacant stares and empty smiles
With a resonance in their words like rising oceans in an empty womb
With poems on their wrists
Who ponder the world as they deconstruct it
To die before they right their wrongs
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