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Oct 2014
Beside my wilted body,
lie,
Whisper you could love me,
still,
Pull your tired bones from,
mine,
Dress up your unsettled,
heart,

Leave me here alone,
again,
Tell me you'll be back once,
more,
Did you tell yourself,
why,
I give you what she,  
can't,

Leave me here again,
It happens,
So many times.

~LC~
LC
Written by
LC  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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