SchloarchipSlam
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He doesn't love her.
he doesn't know her.
He doesn't care.
the shoe.
The material.
he wouldn't even if he could.
That moment was nothing more than that
a moment.
A desperate
sad
My voice
Is something which my ears fail to define
When it kisses the air, it splinters
Into exactly 2 billion and 3 question marks
Hooking round my pores and
Peppering my flesh with pock-marks of stray
