He treats you like dirt.
And those flowers he gives as
fake apologies-
are taking root in you.
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Where is the Sun?
Poetry☼ I wished upon a star but realized it was night. The sun that I had wished upon, had left me forever blind☼ ► sporadic updates ► poetry book ► thank you for reading ©world_joy_ Cover by @daisybrowser
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He treats you like dirt.
And those flowers he gives as
fake apologies-
are taking root in you.