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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Dark · #2039120

Something I whipped up in about two minutes.

Over your shoulders,
Always hanging.
Bloody and bruised,
But never fading.
Corpselike,
But still alive.
Gashes coating me,
Yet I continue to breathe.
The whispers that surround you,
Are me saying "I love you."
Limbs crippled and broken,
Yet I've only awoken.

I am your guardian angel.
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