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Your dead lover just walked out the door

Killed him with a kettle bell
And steaming hot coffee mug

Left him bleeding out
Charcoal amongst burning bridges

Smouldering embers blowing in the breeze
Exiting like the gust of a ghost

Baby blue those final chapters
They well and done
Written by Carpe_Noctem
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Author's Note
Very difficult to rebuild burnt bridges
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