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Rich Tea

we sit drinking coffee,

much is yet unspoken,

my cup looks cracked,

her biscuits all broken

 

the flat smells of damp,

split ends and oily hair,

scars bangle her wrists,

focus of my coy stare

 

by the hearth lies a cat

of a species I deplore,

yellow paint peels off

a lone bedroom door

 

on her neck a blemish

coated in stale powder,

all in all, a f...

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You came in right after he broke my heart.

You came in right after he broke my heart
The crack was too wide for you to mend 
You came in right after he broke my heart
I dragged you across the yard to feel my pain.

You gave me your all just to make me feel secure
I can see love written all over your eyes
You bathe me in those eyes everyday
And yet all I could give was just a piece of my heart. 

You tried to fill the crack in my ...

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