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Her fault

She puts it all on herself

when the fault is mostly his

She does not want to see that her once beautiful world has been smashed

Broken by his self loathing, his anger, his dishonesty, his greed.

He wants with the touch of his finger to turn everything bitter

when she is so sweet, so innocent

He has everything

but discards what is most precious

most beautiful

He would the entire world if he could

Flood the plains with his *****

Call it a lake and name the whole ****** thing after himself.

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samuel-dallas-dinwiddie
Scottish
Published
Feb 7, 2010
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