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Jul 2013
Those clouds are rolling in,
again
to say their morbid hellos
to my blue sky
and cover the bright sun

Today is new,
but it tastes stale
lifeless,
flavorless,
like it had been chewed, before you spat
it into my mouth

Empty,
and burning with envy
lost with love
I lay,
and you lay
in different countries
and separate beds

We missed the spark
the old heart
we shared as one
the one that once connected us

Gone,
empty,
broken and stolen
Left,
with no leg to stand on
I rest alone
and try to remember,
the man I've spent
the last three months
trying to forget.
Liz Devine
Written by
Liz Devine  Brooklyn
(Brooklyn)   
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