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Feb 2020
pressing ink into pages,
seeking the good in the bad.
it f*king stings as it ages,
what a time that we've had.

these bruises on my heart
make it so tired & tender.
but when I look in your eyes,
they make me remember,
to release all the strife...
hate's soul burning ember.

here is where we are now,
and pure love is the sender.
An old resting poem finally awakened.
Lizzy Love
Written by
Lizzy Love  St🐜on, VA
(St🐜on, VA)   
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