Dearest of feelings that I express sometimes fall flat as old leaves discarded and abandoned. Hear them crunch beneath your savagery uncaring high heels as you leave broken into pieces. The cold wind picks them skyward in icy embrace one last hope to the warmth. But they float victims of gravity into a puddle covered in muck of my disappointment.
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