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How many childhood dreams were interrupted by the harsh scratch grinding of a car engine Restarted to recreate heat Warmth of soft beds and walls that stand between you and the world I rejected the blood of you in me Blood willingly shed as shelter and love Sacrificing yourself every day In hopes of feeling love Intense love My father told me that when he met you he had never met anyone who needed saving more. I can’t save you I never could. No one will save me. I can. |
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