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Aug 2015
This morning it broke,
The straining strands ripped in two.
I could never regret what led me to this,
She's the one you will choose.
But she cannot love you like I can.

To wake up and see you gone again,
The cufflinks and watch gone from the nightstand,
Catching my breath breathing out slow,
Till the tears begin to fall and flow.

Used to heal the missing sordid wants,
Then you return to the picket fence and the decent.
Unable to see the decency in me,
She's everything your parents wanted you to be.
David Watt
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David Watt  milton keynes
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