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Jul 2014
The
             curves
                      of
          my
body
laid with oblivion;
We didn't love
with the same intentions.

The softness of my
skin roughened;
Your touch lacked
admiration.

The whisper of my
voice grew volume;
His voice lost consolation.

       But Please,

Acknowledge me,
Even if I become
any less beautiful,

      today.
Written by
Shanay Love  Georgia
(Georgia)   
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