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Pay dirt
Pay phones
Pay the sitter for her time in hell
with the twins
You'll never earn enough
to call long distance
Unless you move to Italy
and live the dream
of making heart-shaped pizzas
Another in response to a poem challenge from Elizabeth Leone Laird. See her poem "Clarity" and take the challenge!
 Jan 2020 HTR Stevens
Twaffle
The way you touch me,
makes it looks like you're touching something fragile.
But this twisted fairy tale of ours,
looked like wilted flowers.

But...

The more you took care of me,
the more cruel you destroy me.
Every love story will either end happily or sadly.
Time doesn't heal.
And the wound knows it.
Layers gather on the ****
but the damage remains,
hiding itself deep inside
the secret scar
time healing wound layers damage hidden secret scar
Im tired
and my heart is broken
I want more time
But my time is stolen.
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