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Saturday, 25 April 2020

Unwanted rags


She just wanted to be loved;
to be happy, to be free.

A couple of left turns.
I’m sorry.
Death of a loved one,
by murder. Stone cold murder.
Medicine or poison?
Bottoms up.
Friend or lover?
Maybe a pet.
Karma’s a bitch.

She just wanted to be loved;
to be happy, to be free.
But what’s left of her are
unwanted rags, a broken soul, hangovers;
caged by her own guilt.

But still,
you want me.

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