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Oct 2020
He
He cut my wings
To have some of his own

He stole my heart
So I'd love nobody else

He gave me pristine beauty
That others envied

He gave me truth
Brutally

As I am thankful for that...
But he stole

The things
Important to my life.
Sydney ©2020
Sydney
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Sydney  F/Somewhere in the world
(F/Somewhere in the world)   
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