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Love Gone
Maybe you think that I dont love you, and this is of my own gain of deserving.
Actions sit loudly upon your face.Broken is my heart upon the floor,
and blurt out from my tongue, are words that should of never have been said.
I see too far, too late upon your eyes, love no longer felt.
My heart in my hand, faling to the floor. I sit here darkened is the night.
Black are my tears, my heart upon the floor.
poem
by
Jill Laughlin
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