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Dec 2016
When he no longer had my heart,
I felt so clean.
Like I was wearing a white dress.
No stains,
never ruined.
I am once again stained.
Now it's in a pile of ***** white dresses stacking up
next to all your skeletons in my closet.
Written by
Marina Drab  Reno, NV
(Reno, NV)   
361
   Jamadhi Verse
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