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R Dec 2018
I learned
to plant the seeds
of happiness.
There are flowers
blooming
where the scars
used to be.

R.M.
R Dec 2018
I drowned
in your love
and hate
and whatever
you gave me,
So that
from me,
words would
flow
like a river.

R.M.

— The End —