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Mar 2015
You were my prized possession.
I shone you around,
polished you,
shoved you into everyone's faces
told them all about you.

But you failed me.

Now I must put you away in shame,
you are nothing now.
I'm an ashamed widow.
Goodnight moon
by Ambrosia Parsley, Elegant too
Creep
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