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mi amor Apr 2020
one day,
maybe when my ******* are grown
perhaps when enough of my blood has been shed
you’ll come dancing to me
at a masquerade ball
but don’t let your dazzling, jewelled mask
hypnotize you
into forgetting
the way you shattered my heart
the masked stranger fools no one.

— The End —