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Relapse

Broken in tiny pieces
Shattered metaphorical and literally shattered
My soul feels bruised and battered
Years of lost trust finally found over almost a year
Gained in time but lost again through fear
Warned stay clear
All things toxic drugs and beer
Disappointment unspoken but visual
Her eyes are sad she looks miserable
She blames her self they all do
The handful of people who got me thr...

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Addictionrecoverysadsickness

The Moribund Poinciana

She was a spectacular tree.
People called her the flame of the forest,
for she was obviously striking, vivid and classy.

I need not narrate the superlative majesty
of the flame – tree, for one time or the other
we have all been breath-taken by her peerless glamor.

What matchless artistry!

I am here to quickly share
my ruminative gloom for that lovely assembly
of flower, leaf and wood, which grandly stood
in...

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disintegrationlosssad

She woke up dead

She woke up dead, yes dead in her heart 
She thought they would never ever part 
The Wicked man of stone ruined her life 
Why did he ask her to be his wife 

He knew he already had one tucked away 
She tries to cry but she woke up dead today 
A bigamist and a sweet girl of twenty three 
Signs where there she just didn't want to see 

Three week into the marriage a knock on the door 
His rea...

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hurtLovesad

It’s All Gone

Its All Gone - Poem by Marie 

There was a time when she lay on the settee legs slightly parted it turned him on 
Now at fifty two it does nothing, her magnetic sex appeals gone 
There was a time she would look in the mirror and see a sex goddess 
Those day are Dead her beauty no more a subject to address 

There was a time when wolf whistles made her blush when out in the street 
The world ...

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