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Jul 2018
I have never seen an apple more red
than my heart when it bleeds
the green grass and my jealousy meet
my soul has been charcoal
all ***** and black
leaving a mess on everything
when I look back
and Love would be like gold
if digging it didn't
**** people
stones
our left over obsession
from our work
when the aliens made us
possessions
i don't go outside
so I stay in the shadows
Fawn lifted me out of my shallow
Another instalment in my series of failed Love attempts. That's quite an exaggeration here.
Written by
joe thorpe  36/M/cape cod
(36/M/cape cod)   
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