Brought us close.
Tore us apart.
Bought us a few miles oversight.
Tore you from my heart.
Bought us joy and tear.
Tore my existence from this earth.
Bought you my ashes sprinkled across your lense.
Below the hurt of 6ft of reused dirt.
I don't write. I create.
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Did you mean “brought” in the few times you used the word after the first usage?
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Hmm. Great question! I think I used ‘brought’ in the first instance, to show the condition.
‘Bought,’ because I felt at the time WhatsApp became a metaphorical transaction, in exchange for feelings.
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