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Apr 2017
she held my heart within cupped hands,
caressing its leathered, crimson skin.
with fingers soft & swift
she peeled it layer by layer
littering the ground with rose petals.  

she loved me,
no
she loved me not.
Alan Brown
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Alan Brown  M/California
(M/California)   
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