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Dec 2019
Love is not in the air
it is just a scrawny little bird
living in my ribcage
and it’s song cannot be heard.
Love does not reign over us
it just ties my tongue in bows
where once you gave me flowers
now only shadows grow.
Written by
Jamie Walker  30/M/Scotland
(30/M/Scotland)   
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