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Aug 2020
Sorry
I borrowed
Your gold
Pearl lined
Scissors
You told me to snip each line
With them
I tried to cut your rope
Yet my tears
Seemed to have rusted them
They no longer shine
Reflecting a false image
Of you
Written by
Fry  16/M
(16/M)   
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