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Oct 2018
We were never as beautiful
as i wrote us out to be
The thorn so sharp was from a rose?
No, just a lie made by me

And how you said you loved me
well, that was just untrue
But somehow i heard it
in every moment
that i laid next to you

How our petals
fell with grace
as time drove slowly by
Now we stand here
face to face
Why did you let me die?
Mary Allard
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Mary Allard
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