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all poems
love poems
were scattered
ripped
destroyed
by my hands
on the floor
he didn't deserve
me
nor did i deserve
him;

he was perfect
in every way
i wasn't, i was nothing
like that
he deserved better
anyway;

drowned in
tears
i got up
my shaking hand took
the last fine paper
i had in my property
to write
an apology
a goodbye
to end my;

misery.

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