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I burnt my apple oatmeal on
the stovetop while
you massacred our vows—
callous with your pose and words. Our
love poems and our breakfast scones are
bitter now… singed toast—
litter for
the birds.
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-Gina C. 🧚♀️✨
About the Creator
Gina C.
Novelist | Architect of Worlds
Sowing stories rooted in culture, myth, & love.
Busy writing my fantasy books! 🐚🧚♀️🐉✨
🌱Debuting soon as Gina C. Vittoria :)
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