her town

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and she never loved the same.
“how could she do it to herself, like this?”
asked her friends
not asked literally
they talked among themselves
but she heard the murmur
and she knew they are
talking

she has no interest in the talks
around the town
she has made her own
concrete ground
where she stands still

but she opens her arm
for people
who asks for care
but she doesn’t love
cause how can she now
is she out of love?
after picking all the little
pieces
thrown on the ground
she never glued
those pieces
again, I have heard

but she doesn’t love the same
she carried so much baggage from the past
of you, her, and her
now she is all, she loves
she has her green
she has her sorrows
she doesn’t let anyone borrow
her peace for a second now

she hadn’t just concreted the ground
I have heard she has built the whole town.

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