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Aug 2018
I gave my soul to her.

She covered up her eyes, and
every word I spoke
came out the other ear.


She sold my soul to an 'addict' of misapprehension.
A boy who won't understand her Love like I do.
A boy who will never hear her pain but
will only look at it.


And whine about his.
It's sad to see someone cry.
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   APoetisOnly and J
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