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we could’ve been a masterpiece.

we could’ve been a masterpiece.

you said we used to be brilliant we used to shine like the sun we used to paint the town with the rhythm of our love but the only color we know now is the color of deceit we draw lines across the city, words etched like hexes from north to south you stay on your side,...
bloom.

bloom.

we planted words and watered them with honey, our own little garden of love, lies and lullabies we watched them grow side – by – side we told ourselves that love would survive — it was either bloom or die (we chose to bloom) – ashley...