A blackened rose
in my hand,
a broken me
for your lips.
A cup of tea
in my head
a few words
i said,
a goodbye
you left,
the letter
held
wont
unfold
again.
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Awake all night on knees.... gave away those doors and keys... walking with winter blues.... Left home with a pair of jeans....Hands searching for warmth in cold.... mingled with dreams inside.... empty pockets and empty she... with the chilly wind besides... the puppet walks away tonight.
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