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Like a pair of scissors
The distance cut
Through our bonding fabric
And the love we'd layered like bricks
Was left to fall
Under the weight
Of our lack of faith
In our brick wall
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Whispers | Poetry
PoesíaMy poetry is gold Written with a smirk or a scowl Poured out from the depths of my soul And mashed to words in a bowl decanted in the form of ink on rusty paper folds worth more than the price of mink my treasure to behold I write about my life and...
