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Trivial Children

 
Wet words are weeping
I lack vocabulary
Salting wounds that sting

Crave in quantity
Gripping at abandonment
I thought we were friends

But then you left me
Without a word, all alone
Darkness swallows me
nightbirdblue
Written by nightbirdblue
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