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Torontoisart May 2017
The the raindrops hit the streets
Like how your tears splash unto your silk sheets

The bruises he left on your face
The rips he made on your lace
From the heated nights you had on the bed
When he kissed you like that night he would end up dead

He cupped your neck around his palms when he kissed you
When he whispers he loves you , with no hesitancy you did too

That was your greatest mistake

Loving him.

- t.

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