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On the bed sheets, a ring of gold
Along with a hand written note

No idea what she should be sorry for
Still, he felt a lump grow, in his throat

The small circle, of polished gold
Cast a shadow, in the shape of a heart

Suddenly, it dawned on him
His life, was falling apart

His state of affairs, no longer relevant
She was gone, without even goodbye

His heart, broken, into shattered pieces
When he realized, it had all been a lie

 

May Writing Prompt:Β  Cylindrical Circumstances – Day 9/31

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