Paper Hearts
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Última publicación sáb, jun 18, 2022
She wrote your name on her paper heart
Swore to hold you close
But you could not see fragility
under blue skies, rain, or smoke.
And just like that she tried to hide
the rip, tear, and the pain.
Your gushing river tore her apart
like papered artwork in the rain.
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