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Dec 2019
i am no longer your
Nancy with the laughing face,
dried roses tied with string.
you are no longer my
Charles Bukowski,
scrabble playmate.
we are no longer each others
home.
Owlycat
Written by
Owlycat  26/BC
(26/BC)   
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