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May 2023
I put my heart
into a box with walls oh-so-paper thin
the day was to be our last
the last time that I touched your skin

And the day before that
you had just called me your next of kin
and so I kept fighting for you in battles
for a ring that I could not win

So I hope it burns through your fingers
and fits like a shoe too small
because the ring that you wear  
will never answer your heart’s call
Thomas Alan
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Thomas Alan  M/Newcastle, UK
(M/Newcastle, UK)   
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