Heartbroken Family Heirloom

It doesn't just belong to me

By Alexa A.Published 3 years ago • 1 min read

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On aged finger,

Bright sapphire, never knew why

perfect fit. Goodbye

sad poetry

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Alexa A.

Started my journey in the PNW, stops in Chicago, Melbourne, and now Cleveland. I work with the public, and in my free time I hide from the public. Still spend more time reading than writing, which I hope that you do too. Happy exploring!

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It doesn't just belong to me

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