053| Fighting

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Slamming doors
Shattered on floor
I swore
To never shore
My feelings anymore
Towards yours,
My decor
Classy, I tore
Into their ore,
Eyes sore
I pour
Thousand uproars,
I gore
My heart into spores
Blaming you to the core
For my yore,
I oar
past this war
Between our fours
As my boat soars
Covered in hoar
It bores
Away your vigour

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