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Not a Love Story

I cried when my brothers died When my heart was broken and when i broke another's not a good man but a bad one trying Trying to outrun uncatchable mistakes Cried in the deadest morn and night when darkest shadows act as flares Not concise but shortened Shortened names joined by the i do And the first time sight of newly born eyes I have cried without her without her i will never stop

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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