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A poetry book of poems I've written :)


3. And I’ve never cried so hard

Although you were light as a feather

When you fell into my world,

It collapsed.

The small delicate feather

Was a catalyst

A brick in disguise

A piece of sharp glass,

That fell into my lap and drew blood.

One drop of blood

This time,

Was all it took

To make me cry.

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