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Aug 2016
Swollen eyes
As she flies
Off
To a better land
Black skies
Cursed
With your lips
And his sweet lies
Maybe this is not a better land
Her skin
So torpid
Cries for another
To have and to hold
But not forever
Just for now

I am a sleepless poet
Who dreams of dead flowers and bane
Take my hand
For I can show you the truest pain
YoursTruly
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YoursTruly
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