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counting on her fingers
he's terrorized by
her past lives, the men
that came and went.
the words she's said, he
cries again. her every
good intent.
she coos to the phone
words undone, desperate
to comfort him. the
empty space, his tear
stained face. every name
a haunting grin.
counting
on her fingers.
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twist my heart into a dream
where i can finally breathe
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