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The day came when my pen no longer
Wrote your name
Freedom
Comes in many forms
He couldn't leave the past in the past
For other women broke his heart.  
He said he could never love again.  
He couldn't love me for what they did.  
I am not her and I am not them
But for what they did
I suffer the consequences
Of a broken man.
A love that will never be returned.
 Jan 2019 the black rose
alexa
you say you’re not a poet but
with a girl like that,
how could you speak
anything less than
the stars?
-a.c.b
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