by She loved you
She Loved you to a fault
As if loving You was not enough
She lived for every next time she will set her eyes on you.
She craved for your attention like a suckling would his mother’s breast
Yet you gave her only little drops
She lived for the every next time you would come to her. Kiss her. Touch her.
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She stopped to live the day you turned your back on her for good.
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But you are dead also for you have become a pillar of salt.
You are dead because in living for you she lived for both of you.