Hollow

Posted: February 25, 2017 in Uncategorized
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These sheets smell of you. 

You smell of lust in love. 

You say you will come back…

 …..

but to whom?

Didn’t I tell you?

You broke me to pieces,

Not even you can identify.

I’m the pity port,

Where sad stories resort.

Don’t tell me otherwise,

I don’t believe you,

Not anymore.

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