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Apr 2019
I felt your finger escape my hand.
Your love, leaking from my heart.
I’m trying to hard to patch it up before it empties.
Your eyes facing the ground,
While mine begin to cry.
I drop to my knees.
Bitter with pain.
Please don’t leave me.
Buried Words
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Buried Words  18/F/Ireland
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