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Waking up from the Hurt
You promised me a future,
I painted the perfect picture.
Failing to see the sands,
Slipping through those firmly grasped hands.
Your one moment of affection
I’d find an eternal connection,
I thought this was love,
Until you took away my winter’s glove
I stopped dreaming,
My heart was screaming,
What was this injustice?
The longest day, it was my solstice.
...Tuesday 9th February 2021 4:13 pm
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