Love Lost

Fallen EngelJanuary 2, 2017

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Love Lost

written by: Fallen Engel

@BlackEngel3

Love will never be for me, such a tragic loss of tranquility. Just a lie poisoned with lust, I can smell the stench from a mile off. Waves of sad memories fill my brain of all the time I spent in wretched vain. I'd rather sit and howl at the moon and flounder in dark solitude never to be bothered again. There, I can make my own dreams come true.

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Denise D’Souza lives with her husband in Surrey in the UK. After graduating with a BA in English and Religious Studies, she worked for the Salvation Army publishing department. She worked on publications in print and online, writing and editing news items and creating page layouts. When she gave up her job in publishing to become a carer she missed writing and joined an online writing group. She currently works in carer support. Her short stories, articles and poems have been published in e-magazines such as Spillwords and the Inner Circle Writers’ Group anthologies Cadence, Miracle, Blaze, Poetica, Gleam and Lantern.

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