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Oct 2021
I gave you my heart but
knew you couldn't keep it.
I'm still expecting you to
hold on to Love to a finish
line that doesn't even exist.
I set fire again and never look
back. I smell the burning
flesh. I hear familiar screams.
The burning flesh is mine alone.
The screams are in my head.
William J Donovan
Written by
William J Donovan  76/M/New Bern, NC
(76/M/New Bern, NC)   
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