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Martha Huertas,2021

then. a bracelet with my name spelled right. you held my hand, crossed your heart, but the bracelet was on too tight

I didnt expect anything: I liedwho doesn’t?- then you bought me a ring

eventually. our cheap rings rusted. the ones you picked for us...sad. then again, it wasn’t you who I trusted

now. our bracelets are lost somewhere in a shoe box, you hold someone elses hand, cross your heart, only His bracelet fits just right