The past is a foreign country
Monday, 11 August 2014
1990-10-29: My love
My love lost me,
Left me,
Loved me
More than I could bear.
My love hurt me,
Left me
With a love
No longer shared.
Now I'm cried out,
All washed up
And burnt out
And I no longer care.
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