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Apr 2019
I wish I could be
The best thing for us
But you and I know
I'm just a curse

When love touches me
It turns to dust
And hatred burns
With every touch

Tears turn to ash
Whilst pain fights inside
The soul strives to escape
And you sink in lies

Sorrow burrows itself
Into my smiles
Spreading its wings
Ready to devour
Jennifer West
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Jennifer West  26/F/UK
(26/F/UK)   
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