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Dec 2013
You're like a cold cup of coffee
Or a bouquet of wilted flowers
Perhaps a rusted bike
Someone once cared about you-
Until you were forgotten

Until your milk was separated
Your petals had drooped
Your wheels no longer turned
The absence of love is evident in your entire being.
Esme Stumborg
Written by
Esme Stumborg  Vancouver, B.C
(Vancouver, B.C)   
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