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amy rose

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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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