Be my locket.
Around my throat.
Weigh me down.
Watch me choke.
Cease my breath.
I look good in blue.
My body decays.
Gone with morning dew.
My hearts still pounds.
Within my chest.
But lost is love.
Once possessed.
Be my locket.
Watch love die.
Watch me drown.
I found good,
in cold goodbyes.
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