She is made out of
steel and concrete.
She will snatch away your seeds
and then scratch out your sky.
She will yank out your heart
like a weed from her garden.
She will not come for you
at the airport
or anywhere else.
She will leave you.
She is leaving you.
She is already gone.
She has already brushed you off her shoulders…
and has started over.
She has forgotten about you
before she even had a chance to tell you:
“Welcome to Canada.”
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Very Nice. Short and Sweet, like all good things. (kicks little person to death)
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Thanks man (empties gun into own leg).
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crafty!
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Thank you!
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Man, winter IS good for you 🙂
She will leave you.
She is leaving you.
She is already gone.
Beautiful 🙂
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Thank you! I wasn’t even sure if I was going to post this cause it’s rather gloomy but I did like that part so I was on the fence then I actually read it over too many times that I completely destroyed any attempt to ever have a fresh look at it ever again so I just posted it. But thank you again for noticing that.
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This actually made me shed tears. Beautifully written. Cuts deep.
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Thank you so much. It weighed on me while writing it but I wasn’t sure if I was able to convey it. This is the best compliment I’ve ever had.
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