On misty mornings
the glass fogs
I cover it with fingerprints
writing your name
draw hearts
with our initials
One misty morning
you are gone;
there’s a knife
covered in fingerprints
fixed in your chest
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Catia I’m not surprised you like this one! horror themes!
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Audio added! Moody reading
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