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Untitled - Bethany Rose

My heart and soul lie shattered, amongst vinyl sleeves and dusty dance floors of days gone by.

Of records and memories, heartbreaks, lyrics of yesteryear and rose-tinted lenses

A sanctuary of safety and a film reel of friends

This was so very real.

Let us not pretend.

Encase my wings with rose stems.

A subtle beauty, punctuated by thorns.

Intertwined in an ivy of insecurity.

I’m losing my way and I’ve doubled my weight In both coffee and cake.

Drowning in self pity and champagne


Be my sat nav to sanity.

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