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Sep 2020
It is not your touch
that unwillingly broke me.
But in fact,
it was your soul
that made me forget all the things
that I shouldn't.
And the undeniable spark of
your existence
that allowed my heart to
hold onto something
that no longer
remained.
F A T A L I T Y  A T  I T ' S  F I N E S T.
Natasha Pietrobuono
Written by
Natasha Pietrobuono  21/F/Australia
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