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Feb 2018
an empty shell
left uninhabitable
along the shore
of a barren beach.
where happiness
used to flow
and people used
to go, to be with
those they
cherish deep.

all that is left
is the cool
grey sand,
the icy ocean
waves, lapping
at my hardened
exterior. No,
I will never let
you in, I will
never let anyone
in again.
Sometimes I just want to close myself off and die.
witchy woman
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witchy woman  28/F/here, there & everywhere
(28/F/here, there & everywhere)   
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