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Dead love
She broke my heart,
When she left.
Not before I broke hers.
In her eyes,
My intentions are questionable.
It was all assured.
To what occurred, was never intended.
Between us, we were one!
Like a rose filled with morning mist.
Reflect upon myself to thorns, causing pain.
It’s all a flashback from a delusional past.
When she left.
Not before I broke hers.
In her eyes,
My intentions are questionable.
It was all assured.
To what occurred, was never intended.
Between us, we were one!
Like a rose filled with morning mist.
Reflect upon myself to thorns, causing pain.
It’s all a flashback from a delusional past.
Published 26th Jul 2017
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