More in poems
stamped on (love for the last time)
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Once in love with lines as white as paper
with the dirtied mirror that lied
told me how fine I was
whispered promises of
a great love affair, forever
“Love as is, come as I am”
or some other of bullshit
I believed
value came wrapped in baggies
an eight ball held magic and my worth
worthless
no time or money left
for my love held all I had
the crack
in the story line held truth
no longer denied
sweaty palms raced with heart
to clean off the residue of my love
And I walked
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