Crushed

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Tell me, my tormentor

Is my only sin to love thy?

My heart blossomed when you were around

But why o’ why?

You crushed my happiness

with a stamp of a foot

All those beautiful memories,

you drained them down,

mercilessly you broke every vow,

silently you ended it all.

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Small sins

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These small sins

 covered with fragile excuses

That hurt every moment

That I regret with every breath

But they are a part of me

And I feel that

I will be empty without them

These small sins that are

much more closer to me

than my good deeds.

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