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Apr 30
Look at us,
Buried in dust.
This little love
Has died with us.

We had our fun,
Oh yes we did.
But your heart is heavy,
Too broken to fix.

For mine is steady,
But my soul,
As I turn away
From your quiet kiss.

We sit in silence,
Near the door we wait.
For one to open,

And the other to stay.
Chelsea Quigley
Written by
Chelsea Quigley  21/F/Waterford
     morallygray, Jeremy Betts and Khoisan
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