Gold
it tightens
in my hand
a chain
a chain you left
left around my neck
you left me
left me like a mob
a mob of cowards of
lies
ill hand out flyers
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clasping roses {√}
Poetry❛❛no one was searching for what she was searching for..❜❜ From when I'm missing you. Dark thoughts take over. But when you leave. I have someone new. May 14 2017: Ranked 853 in poetry
G O L D C H A I N
Gold
it tightens
in my hand
a chain
a chain you left
left around my neck
you left me
left me like a mob
a mob of cowards of
lies
ill hand out flyers
