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Elke Boon Dec 2018
For him the worst thing that was broken was his bottle of whiskey,
for her it was her heart.
My first poem :) I hope you like it!
Elke Boon Dec 2018
He just loved her outfit,
while she loved his heart
2nd poem yay! I hope you appreciate it :)
Elke Boon Dec 2019
While reaching toward the ideal, depending on uncertainty, falling into the imperfection
I originally worte this in Dutch so I had to translate it :/ it’s bad I know
Elke Boon Jan 2019
Her heart was like glass,
they both shattered apart when he left

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