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Fingers fly across outlines of white keys
black sharpnotes remind me of a pain I once felt
when you existed.
Now I sit in dark rooms listening to a
postsuicide symphony, the mixtape we made in April…
I wanted it to rain so bad last night, I wanted God to cry for you.
If I would watch Aladdin do you think he would take me
somewhere far away from here on his magic carpet?
If I would take the blade in my hand
and force it into my skin do you think it would stop
the pain inside?
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