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Jun 2019
our love lies
battered on the ground
like the centre of a rose
left naked without
its petals

bitter whispers of
"I loved you more
that you loved
me"

I will call you
cruel, your
callous heart
wounding me
with goodbyes

I will call
you cruel

cruel

cruel
Emma Elisabeth Wood
Written by
Emma Elisabeth Wood  F/UK
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