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Together
On the phone together
your voice a lullabye
the thought of you is comfort
untill we say goodbye.
In the shower together
the soothing drops of water
the temprature the same.
Drop the towel to the floor
and sit down on the bed
thoughts of depression and despair
fill our little head.
The razor blade shines oh so bright.
Two drops of blood
they hit the floor
in syncronicity.
A call, A shower,
A bed, A blade.
Little did we know
we did it all together.
This poem sounds familiar, and it sounds great. By the way thank you for the kitties.
-the boy with the clowded eyes