Lonely Aint Working
When love rap-taps upon her door, it is merely sound she ignores.
No more time spent taking pictures or enjoying family dinners …
love aint working for her anymore
In her story, feeding on her fury, gone is life's glory, love purely blurs.
So ever still, my love rap-taps upon my Mother's newly framed door ...
love aint working for her anymore
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