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A Poem by thespaceinmybed

You make me want to spill secrets

Create something to cave into

But you're not a parachute

You aren't there when my body hits the pavement

You aren't there when I'm washed away with the rain

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Added on December 29, 2013
Last Updated on December 29, 2013

ingenious my idea of stripping thoughts from your skull like peeling oranges more..