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The Other Side of Love

I have seen his eyes,
for a thousand years
painting pictures,
 of  my broken heart  
with ink, from his  tears 
 
They watch me,
from  the edge,
 of the cobalt water, where  the tree grows 
with  rotten apples,
 that  hang. 
 
I stand,  plucking
 dead Lillie's,
from a cracked mason jar,
surrounded by twisted
limbs
that  lay naked, 
and starving waiting,
 for him to return.
 
My mind goes back,
to trash can memories
while  thoughts crush
 my  bones, as I drink  
their rubbish  until I die.
Written by Valeriyabeyond (Dhyana)
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