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Challenge of the Month V: March
Close Encounter. A gunshot wound barely survived. A disease in fateful remission. A reaper, narrowly evaded. Write about a close encounter with death. $100 purse to our favorite entry. Outstanding entries will be shared with our publishing partners. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose. 
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1:27am

Once you were my home

But now I’d much rather live alone

To trust is to love

To love is to believe

Sadly as I can see

You didn’t love or believe in me

I trusted you wholeheartedly

You trusted not in me but in my ability

Able to see only your facade

But it was only that way for a while

It’s a shame because I saw through it

Day and night I contemplated denial

My home was ice cold and I couldn’t figure out why

It was because you took my warmth and left your lies

Lust was alive but love was dead

Maybe next time time think with your heart and your head

My home was uprooted abruptly

Like a tree in a storm

Because your inconsistency became the norm

I deserve love

a true and genuine one

Not what you gave me

Which was little to none

I know you say you cared and loved me

But if you really did then why didn’t you fight for me?

Self absorbed and in your own hidden agenda

I bet you thought it was me

I was yours always

Your hopeless little fool forever I’d end up

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