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Poetry & Art

Always a lover, never a partner

I look out the window

Willing your existence

Hoping you’ll knock on my door

Tell me I’m the only thing you live for.

You once said I was gorgeous and intelligent

So why is it that you aren’t hell bent?

Hell bent on fighting for me,

For freedom and safety.

Hell bent on getting me to safety

Getting us there safely.

I’m only a shell now of what I once was

My entire interior was devoted to one.

Now cold and alone

I must carry on.

I wish you good fortune

In your future left to come.

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