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...starting to feel sorry for you
I hear the dainty strain of a flute

     It is the sound of my heart

leaping

     bursting with joy

Dancing on the edge

     and pouring forth
cascades of love

one would not think the gentle melody could be so powerful.....
My thirst is
quenched,
for the moment
your heartbreak
-a balm-
on the wounds
wrought by you,
the burns of
your malice
swollen, all these years,
softening
with the knowing
of your heartbreak
Your loss, your pain, my analgesia
The perfect blend
sun
sand
laughter
Tipsy with love
Surrounded by mine
Ever connected
Today is a great day!
Your
Precious
Stolen
Moments
Spent
Elsewhere
Now
With
Empty
Pockets
Hungry
Destined
To
Starve
She's been a
lady in waiting

great expectations
          and
delivered treasure
     glistens
     glows
fills a void
she never knew

Man becoming
Happy birthday my first boy
Only empty shells
     on either side of the Formica

gracing the stool
     you stoop
a level lower

Bottom of the barrel
     The bottle
           The banal

I rose above the facade of romance
      clinging to the stale smoke residue

True
I've moved on from your carelessness. Your lies. Your insidious invasion.
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