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Loves Necrosis
The most precious of me.
The womanly comforts.
The 'lift you up'.
The birthing.
The healing.
The trying.
The love.
The loyalty.
The heat and honour.
These are what you used
To warm yourself.
Now you wonder why I run cold?
Do you even realise
That you spat your ego on me
In my darkest hour?
That you used the most vulnerable parts
of me
To wipe your muddy beliefs
As you turned away?
You took a gamble that I was complete in
sickness.
And you left me to die in pain
I survived for my children......
But for you....I am gone.
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Ruby Honeytip
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