She spat me out
because she never loved me
I loved her.
I loved her stony silences
and her long long walks
I loved my pride
for I was a part of her
She let me down with blod
thorns
the cold, the cold
But I let her down even more.
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2 comments:
you thought of your alma mater as a she...nothing strange...just found it interesting.
the first line rocks!
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