my wrists still choke from the perfume of an ivory soap a broken arrow coast led by country roads and broken hopes.
i hear your lies like december and still smell the fever of white substance that was your only pain reliever.
you were a crooked beautiful. a bone dry angel with a heart of gold. its sad to say that winter left your soul to cold.
i still love you though i know its a lie. cus my whispers in the morning are what kept us alive. prayers at dawn. save my angel from walter white 
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