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Mar 2016
My cup is half empty,
His is half full,
Mine is full of forgotten dreams-

He stole mine too,
His voice was my siren at sea,
So I drew nearer knowing full well,
He won't hesitate to sink me,
And he does killing me softly,
The fugees forsaw my fate,
I'm at his beck and call-

Won't he let me go.
Let. Me. Fall
My poems are never whole
Sarah Salako
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Sarah Salako  25/F/LDN
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