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we built our nest from naïveté
doubts, hopes, corruptive sacrifice
finally the pain weighed down
I fell off while you stayed,
held our fantasy
with denial,
reached for me.
I flew…
Away.
About the Creator
Bridget Couture
An aspiring author and poet with an unquenchable love for books. Can often be found typing intensely or substituting reading for sleep.
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