Debris

Shreds of silence fill the air,

Just as shreds of debris fill your hair;

And though this love was good, and rare,

I am not the kind of girl that shares.

We made our love just like this bed,

And though you never lost your head,

You said you’d love me till I was dead;

This is not a skin you’re meant to shed.

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