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May 2020
I fall down
it's taken, my crown.
Queen on the ground
my eyes wide and round.
Standing's no option
my heart's already on auction.
My gown is tainted
in his lawful hatred.
My throne is gone,
for me, there is no dawn.
He kneels, "are you okay?"
he doesn't know, it is my last day.
"Please, go", I cry
as I convince myself to prevent us
from 'one more try'.
I could never understand
Cruelty of the heart
Even when it loves
So intensely.
Written by
Lushi  F
       Tapiwa Individualist, Imran Islam and anna
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