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Jun 2014
Speak now.
They say.
Or forever be alone.
Because the woman that you love.
Is standing there.
Standing there with that man.
The man you call a ****.
You can treat her better.
You can love her better.
If only she would listen.
If only she would love.
You.
The way you love her through and through.
You keep it in but want to speak.
Can't take it now you want to leave.
You swallow hard and bite your tounge.
And now.
She's gone.
Lucy-Dean Needham
Written by
Lucy-Dean Needham  Chesterfield
(Chesterfield)   
688
   Gwendolyn
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