30. Not anymore.

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You fell for me,
Without asking why,
And everything that followed,
Broke you like lightning in the sky.

The poet you were finding in me,
The poet you called, "mine",
Is long gone dead,
For now, I'm failing to even rhyme through the lines.

So my love, why don't you escape?
Why don't you let go?
There's nothing you're going to find in me,
Darling, not anymore.
~*~
23.11.18
12:00 p.m.
~*~

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