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Face to Face
from a broken past its pining
a voice never far from whining
for her there's no silver lining
still has long lists of her goodbyes
kept a record of all their lies
hot tears bubble in her red eyes
a rip in an embroidered sheet
dust under other peoples' feet
why couldn't life be safe and neat?
if only she'd learned better tricks
how to absorb life's bitte...
Monday 27th September 2021 12:48 pm
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