Torn apart by spreading fire,
Only, it was your ignition.
I almost ignored suspicion,
But I saw how you’d conspire,
You reckless, pathetic liar.
Falsehoods only bred more hatred.
You ask why we’re separated,
As if it was my decision,
And not your carving incision.
A divide which you created.
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In response to Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 8 found here
All I can say is…SAVAGE!
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Why, thank you! 😂
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