amy rose
her name was Amy Rose.
If I looked carefully,
beneath her nose
was the scar from a split lip.
And if I listened closely,
I heard the stutter the speech therapist couldn't fix.
Yet I was too in love with listening to her secret lisp
to hear her tell me she didn't love me, but him.



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