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Dec 2014
Her heart was being torn apart inside her ribcage,
what filled her heart was desolation,
tumbleweeds rolling down the abandoned streets of empty love,
vanquished remains of her hopes and dreams clutter the streets,
leafless trees all about, hosting homes for vultures eating her alive,
there is a brick wall being built slowly so no one could get in,
and a neon sign that read NO VACANCY.
Sweetheart
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Sweetheart
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