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Mar 2018
On the first day he wrote her a song
but when she read it, she didn't smile
so he asked her what was wrong
she said "nothing" but couldn't look into his eye.

On the second day he gave her roses
red as the blood that runs in his veins
but even so he felt her heart slowly closes
and her love from his body drains.

On the third day he took her to the shore
and showed her the waves and the stars above
but from her face it was clear she wants more
and he can never be enough.

On the forth day she had moved on
but he could do no such thing
because just before dawn
they found him hanging

by the shore, with the roses and the song.
Anne Webb
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Anne Webb
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