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Jan 24
In numerous ways you aced chess.
Now this time it took death.

Lingering eyes, that cameras couldn’t catch.

You took me for granted and then on to the next.

You knew of me but never again.
All's not lost, but I know my heart will mend.

You didn’t see the pain that was left behind.

No cover of mine.
Your words were twisted like tree vines.

But stung me like poison ivy.
You didn’t give a dime.

Written by
Isamarie  22/F/NJ
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