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Sep 2
She’s not the best
Not fully at rest.
Drowning in seas bluer,
Shades owned by her.

Wishing someone would find,
Pieces of her heart been grind.
To her, love is a mystery
And so was she.

Yet, she still yearns for it.
Thinking that love would fit
Perfectly in her bones,
Washing away her groans.

She never felt loved once,
Away from it she always runs.
To her, love is an unknown
Leaving her with a cry- a moan.

But who could ever love such
A girl deprived of touch?
But who could make her feel
The kind of love she desired-
So real?
Cede  Aloevera111
Written by
Cede Aloevera111  16/F/Cebu City, Philippines
(16/F/Cebu City, Philippines)   
     Ledge and Benzene
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