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Collapse like those towers you made out of playing cards

passing shadows stop your breathing

don’t let them see you in your worst hour

and the force

of your fingers rubbing your eyes

make faded eyelashes fall out

with each tear

and she was right when she said “no one”

I’m so drunk off the loneliness

My vision is impaired

      you know

he’s the only one I see clearly

And when he leaves

I’ll breath one last time

before loss of blood

takes my life..