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I wait for a bouquet that will never be mine
a ceremony that was never meant to happen,
is the smear of red hands
drawn on me
all I'm meant to ever have?
It burns through my skin
It burns through my soul
Like an Empty Casket
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I wait for a bouquet that will never be mine
a ceremony that was never meant to happen,
is the smear of red hands
drawn on me
all I'm meant to ever have?
It burns through my skin
It burns through my soul
2 Kudos
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