Dried Up

The same beautiful patterns

The same mesmerising bullshit.

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The same honest words

The same cruel tongue.

The same caring nature

The same judgmental punishment.

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The same happy vibes

The same moody exterior.

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The same passionate touch

The same selfish needs.

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A window once closed has now sprung open

My heart still lays on the floor.

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Untouched and broken.

 

– Beth Redwood Pain

– Georgia Ginnivan ( Featured photograph)

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