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Oct 2020
She was too busy screaming
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To hear him quietly realizing his mistakes.
But eventually the world went quiet,
And as she retreated to lick her wounds and move on,
He learned her favorite song and sang it patiently,
Every night,
Until the melody lead her back home.
Written by
Donielle  30/F/Pennsylvania
(30/F/Pennsylvania)   
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