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Ayla Aug 2018
You loved me for my potential,
for that sparkle in my eye that told you
I could be your prize,
the gem you'd hoped existed.
You fed me words of wisdom,
as well of food and drugs and love;
the recipe of your feat,
hoping I would chrysalis and bloom
to the version of me you wanted
but I didn't,
And I never again have heard from you.

— The End —