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Lying on the bed, wondering.
Why would he only want what's underneath?
The look of desires that would try to love.
But Harry’s desires were just too strong.
Harry painted a canvas.
Full of hand prints and scratches.
She knew it wasn’t what she wanted.
But she let him anyway.
She wished over a violent moon.
The discarded clothes over the room.
As his white pearls were worn on her neck.
Her body tensed and went with it.
And as she was done and through.
Harry walked right out without a care.
She mourned a love that was never true.
And it broke my heart to hear her weep.