Onion's by Maniacal Escape

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Jun 2023

Onion's

Ripped away,
When we said we were close.
She won't love you like I can.
Yet here I am.
Your dead allotment.
Bitter and fertile. Just how you left me.

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Maniacal Escape 30/M/lancashire

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