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hell

hell always remembers.

You smelt good.

I let you in. You began to use me. I stayed.

I saw you. I remember you. Everything you did.

I remember you. You will see. I can copy you. You will see.

I placed my blood and my hope for you on purple sheets tied them to a swing wide and long enough to keep you cocooned in the pain of the room.

I remember your smell.

I remember you.

I remember your smell.

I remember you.

It feels like hell.

Now you know.

You smelt good.

H.E.L.L= Hope Explores Love Loosely

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