Her breaking voice is bleeding love like a drunkard's broken bottles.
It's seeping into carpet fibers and poisoning your lungs.
You're breathing her and killing her, maybe just to hear her say
"I love you,"
Because she always says it
When you make her itch enough.
Amanda is dead. Its been a week.
Peace&Love
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