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 Jan 2020 mads
Victoria Jennings
You're a fleeting desire

You're here today

But in a few blinks

You'll be gone

How do I pull myself out.
 Jan 2020 mads
gravelbar
Thread getting thin now, feeling wind bite through
Thin plastic bones, bending in you, eyes crying gasoline
World turned into a cigarette, ashed out carelessly
All the lights gone blinking into darkness
Eyes locked into quiet circles, spinning softly towards the ground
Waiting on the dogs to stop barking, moon to go down
 Sep 2019 mads
FOD
You don’t write anymore.
I guess that’s okay.
but you used to write little poems that painted your love for me.
So now I sit and wonder,
Is that little part of us gone?
Should I stop writing too?
Or do I keep holding on?
I know i’ll still write you poems
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