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My love on the floor.
You sweep it away and with ease.
As if it were trash.
Love?
No.

Silence
And
Avoidance.

Somewhere
Else-
Is always,
Better
Than where-
I am.
Pools of rainwater
Reflect yellow Goldfinches
On shadow lined streets

— The End —