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Fading
my cheeks used to be dry,
now they have rivers running down them carrying messages of lost hope.
my eyes used to be white,
the canvas your beauty was painted on,
now they're stained blood red by my heart cut with cupid arrows left to tell stories of what used to be hope.
I sing songs now,
songs of memories that have faded into nothing more but melodies that make lovers smile.
songs that give them hope of what I used to call home,
Love.
Published 24th Mar 2022
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