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Bluelight Crew
Her text hit me like a round of bells,
I read it once, then I read it again
Each word is tugging at the stitches,
a straight razor tearing at that gash,
the hole that wouldn't mend
Her text hit me like slugs banging
at night from those extended clips
Like staring into the sun for hours,
or living in the dimlit shade
of a perpetual eclipse
Her text hit me like the stab from a knife,
asking do I want to catch up?
Like squeezing the blood from a stone,
except this one
seems to fill my entire cup
I read it once, then I read it again
Each word is tugging at the stitches,
a straight razor tearing at that gash,
the hole that wouldn't mend
Her text hit me like slugs banging
at night from those extended clips
Like staring into the sun for hours,
or living in the dimlit shade
of a perpetual eclipse
Her text hit me like the stab from a knife,
asking do I want to catch up?
Like squeezing the blood from a stone,
except this one
seems to fill my entire cup