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She was so hopelessly sad
that she laughed like never before.
Instead of crystals in her lashes,
her pearls shone in my soul.

We were but a pair of fools,
amateur dreamers waiting for a sign.
Breaded in the dust and spinning the spools
getting nowhere but deeper inside.

I try to trace back our every step.
Somewhere it all made some sense.
Quotes in mud and scars don’t help,
our thoughts in custody of past tense.

We were but a pair of fools,
she knew it all when she left.
It would be the pain of two
It would be a mutual theft.

 

Illustration by Troy Towns

©2018 Troy Towns All Rights Reserved

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