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Sep 2017
You loved me once
But I buried that in the dirt
In the junk yard behind my fence
Where forgotten things commingle with hurt
It's a perfect image of us
All along, this has been our apparent fate
You'll forever be the junk in that yard
But I refuse to be another girl living with your pain.
PaperclipPoems
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PaperclipPoems  Nor Cal / Arizona
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