Breathless and Dead
so i went to that same place,
the very one we first met,
and i smelled its odor,
and i knew i needed you more.
days and days went by,
i could see you every once awhile,
but i needed to find that perfect time,
to at-least try make you mine.
i waited for the perfect time,
in my mind i planned it all for a while,
and when i saw you that final day,
you were lying breathless and dead.
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