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Submitted Date 04/15/2019
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I want to write
a poem for you,
but I'm not sure
what to say anymore,
not after I caught you
pulling the wings
off that dragonfly.

It's hard to say
beautiful things about
a girl
who would dig up a grave
just to see
what a rotting body
looks like.

Maybe I could
talk about
the way your skin
looks in the moonlight,
like hard marble,
or how your eyes spark
like the tip of a match.

All I really want
to say is that
I see the lightning
through the cracks in
your chest
and the heat within you
is too strong for me;
I don't want
to burn
anymore.
 

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