You loved me at my worst.
There are still traces of you in my veins. I can taste your sanguine essence on my tounge.
I can only see you now through a sepia haze, hear your voice with vinyl scratches shot through.
You dried my tears on the way to the hospital, liquid melancholy soaking your sleeve.
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