epigram by a dead girl: by Lilith Reid Brown

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Apr 2016

You were kind and gave me kisses
And held my hand, and called me sweet,
But now your voice simply dismisses
My heart, now dirtied with defeat.

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Lilith Reid Brown A Lake of Fire

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