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Please Don’t Lose It
If ghosts are real, what have we done?
The skeleton inside of me, taste like blood
The shadows are speaking to me, like stones in my pockets
Told you about my birthday, but you forgot about it
In a city of angels, I smell the bonfire smoke
Creatures in the woods, wear a dark green cloak
Sliced like crops in a field, with a scythe
More sour than, my lemon juice lies
This distorted love, is a lie in the dark
My midnight conversations, are like Medusas touch
Every piece of my soul, is against my better judgment
If I give you my heart, please don’t lose it
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Avery Covino
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