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Feb 2016
He spoke of his love for her constantly,
She did the same repeatedly,
But when a storm had arrived,
She used his body as a shield,
And he felt a part of him die in the impact.
The part that fell in love with her...

      His heart was never the right,
size, shape, form or colour,

        Ever again. ...
Star Gazer
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Star Gazer
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