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Sep 2018
Eating every petal,
tasting falsehoods
               of what they meant.

Every thorn crushed in
our last meal,
           hoping shards
cut deeply on the misconstrued
                 hope you would ******* pain.
Poetic T
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Poetic T  On Oblivions Doorstep
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       Poetic T, John Stevens, --- and Beaux
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