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Apr 2013
He keeps asking me if I love him.
And he makes it seem as if
He really needs my love.
But deep in the back door of his heart,
Where the grass is hiding from the sun,
And where the rusty clock is hanging from a broken wall,
I believe the ticking in the clock fell asleep,
And he has stopped loving me.

Copyright 2012
Destiny Diadem
Destiny Diadem
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Destiny Diadem  Florida
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