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Nov 2018
Too happy to write words.
The words of despair.
Sentences that came easy before, now sit in a void.
A void of unfortunate happiness.

The crevasse of heartbreak looms under inches of pleasure.
One last kiss won’t break the ice.
Let’s risk it.

To fall down to the depths of darkness.
Only to be rescued.
Once more.
By you.
The pleasure of meeting someone but you know they will hurt you in the end.
JRF
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JRF  30/M/Auckland
(30/M/Auckland)   
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