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Feb 2018
I have fallen for three
The first carried me through the torturous meadows of life,
kissing my forehead the entire time
The second held my hand on scary rides and brought me flowers and sushi whenever I loathed to be alive
The third wrote poems about me then crinkled them up to show how easily he could throw me away because he controlled me dead or alive
I shall fall no more for a poet
Emma
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Emma  18/F
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