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The night he told her

she stopped smiling

he called her darling

not knowing why

she’s not gonna try

thinking about another

ink stained skin

answer in silence

of her laugh

nervously

sad eyes

listening to him listing

the ways

her smile is the brightest one

and her skin

paper thin canvas

her

home of tears

head full of daffodiles

sweetheart with red lines.