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[mslone]

our hearts race, yours beats mine by a few seconds
Is this how we act
like a savage always racing
always wanting something
always hurting
don't turn from me
make me whole
kiss my soul and
break me down unto your floor
make me cry, but don't let me shed a tear
hear me laugh, but don't let me show you my smile
untill you fall, hard hit the ground
like you've always known it wasn't even there
and take my hand and kiss it softly
show me you care, but don't let my faith in you slip. -Meghan A. Slone