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amore May 2022
Little divested flower,
Shame— how you break with the peak of light.
A blossom they might think,
You're still a phony stick.
Is it guilt filling the scene?
Or is it just the sunbeam?
amore Jun 2017
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She a Shakespeare's poem
Sometimes dying blue
Inside a dome
The crying clue
To find a home
In nowhere true

— The End —