girl
i wish
could
put my fist
through a wall
or god
would
let you call
me
this fall
or
erase your death
and give your breath
but instead
my eyes
are red
and my
fingertips
are sore
yeah writing about
how you
won't walk through
my door
anymore
yeah when
love and hate
hits the floor
and punches you
right in your core
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