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Fake [poem]

I’ve written poem after poem
my heart still has no home
losing my ground
what was it for?
who was it for?
it goes around, comes around
life’s too complicated
no one’s ever sated
stupid lies
cuts and drugs
whores and thugs
all dying deep inside
hope is frail
what does that entail?
struggle on
someone out there
someone to care
they’ve been fake all along.

Author:

bookdragon, poet, witch

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