The Windows to My Soul

Photo by Marina Khrapova on Unsplash

can’t admit the truth,
not even to myself,
but that fickle clause
permeated my every fiber
because “you’re mine” never felt right
even when we linked hands together

tell me a sweet lie,
maybe that’ll do the trick,
but we’re so far from okay
while we’re sipping…

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just another writer with too many cats

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Jillian Spiridon

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just another writer with too many cats

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