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kianamp
kianamp in love with the art of poetry
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we called it love. it never was.

drained.

with the use

of my blood

I blindly grew

every single rose

I ever gave to you

you broke the stems

like you did my bones

and picked the petals

off one by one

revealing a bud

so black and blue

like my wounded heart

broken in two

and every time

I gave and I gave

losing my mind

until I was drained

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