Australian Summer
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1 min readDec 7, 2017
Your betrayal
cut through me like a rusty
dull blade.
The wound cauterised
by the sun.
There was nothing worse
you could do,
aside from murdering
my dog.
Your betrayal
cut through me like a rusty
dull blade.
The wound cauterised
by the sun.
There was nothing worse
you could do,
aside from murdering
my dog.
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