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Sep 2019
I thought you were sent from heaven,
But you came straight from hell.
clawing, scratching, gnawing me down.
Not even “God” can save us now.
Te hodiste. “**** it.”
Pobrecito. “Poor thing.”
Cooing like a child who steals your heart,
Never to return.
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Written by
Kennedy  23/F/Phoenix, Arizona
(23/F/Phoenix, Arizona)   
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