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UNREQUITED
She lay there like a paper doll
Cast to a windy day
All resolve is spoken in the colour pink
And consciousness knows no kindness
How many rocks need be stationed
To the rigors of love unrequited
How many hearts smashed on the altar of
Fruitless strawberry bushes
Should she stay there bruised
Like grapes underfoot
Like garbage strewn
Like an eight day week
UNREQUITED © gillena cox 2023
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