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The flowers cut short mid bloom,left to parish on my doorstep.
Your scent seeping under my bedroom door drawing me closer.
Hiding under my bed waiting for the footsteps to fade into the background.
Crying with dry eyes as you begged me to stay for just a little while longer.
Moth caught in a spiders web.
Web of lies and copper wire.
Babe beaten within a inch of your short life.
preparing the thinking of the beautiful outcome.
Your scent seeping under my bedroom door drawing me closer.
Hiding under my bed waiting for the footsteps to fade into the background.
Crying with dry eyes as you begged me to stay for just a little while longer.
Moth caught in a spiders web.
Web of lies and copper wire.
Babe beaten within a inch of your short life.
preparing the thinking of the beautiful outcome.
Published 20th Jun 2018
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