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Apr 2023
Your only love is a lie,
Lost, weary, dejected
A broken toy

Your only time is a waste
Black, stupid, dull, depressing
Watching fake pixies flying by

Tripping *****
Balling fists
We were not great
You were great.

Your only choice is the axe
Hack out your flowers,
Furrowed brow

The only things you want
Are the things you're not allowed.

We were selfish
That's what we always said.

We are divorced now,
And never meant to live
On the inside
Of anyone's poor head.
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Sometimes Starr  Another place
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