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You Can't Read My Writing

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You can’t read my writing.
Because if words just spill,
My gates will be open
For you to take your fill.

I’ll have my lungs collapse
When I utter your name.
Your thoughts in like a train
That is gone as it came.

I read your favorite book
All the lines filled with wit.
I found it in your trash.
I’ll end up beside it.

And you can pierce my heart,
My insides can concave.
Because if you hurt me,
It is the pain I’ll crave.

I can’t be bulletproof.
If this stops igniting,
There’s a gun in your drawer.
You won’t read my writing.

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