NOIR POETRY 365 | POEM #020 Z
[FATALE Z]
We were so close baby
I almost trusted you
Blindly
Like a fool falling
For a worm
Just before you
Robbed me blind
Took all I had
Ghosted me
I could dox you
But I won't
We were so close brother
My reader – my twin
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