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Jan 2015
he poured poison down
my throat and called it poetry.
he tried to explain to me that
our love was never real.
he felt nothing at all
when i was the one feeling
everything.
he told me to forgive him
for ruining me.
but all i knew is that i was
his damaged goods, his non existing love,
his poised poetry.
diana
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