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 Jun 2017
Love
I guess I won that stupid fight of "I love you more."
 Jun 2017
natalie
Dead crushed flowers,
tear stained cheeks.

My heart is in pieces,
my love has ceased.

For I care no more,
love feels as waste.

Your name on my tongue,
brings bad taste.

My happiness will grow again,
as flowers will blossom,
and tears will dry.
 Jun 2017
at
I miss you,

every day a bit less
but I still do.

It's like an asymptote,
closer and closer to 0.

But never 0.

— The End —