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Oct 2021
mirror across the room

standing alone

hands shaking

we think we are loving each other
when really,
we are only breaking...

i immerse myself
within the
melodies & harmonies
to push the
aching.

I'm running out of options,
how long can I keep quaking?

Pure intentions
perceived as enemy;
how now,
who's really doing the
forsaking?
DElizabeth
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DElizabeth  F/mi
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