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Aug 2015
Two days I sat
Talking with Death
I told him I loved him
He called me his Beth
I wanted his love.
All for naught.
He made me his queen
Now here I rot.
I thought he loved me
It turns out
He just wanted to get out
Out of his role, I sold my soul
To the man that brought me into this world.
Jesica Dittemore
Written by
Jesica Dittemore  Lebanon
(Lebanon)   
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