Dec 2014
Once they were words
contrived
in love
& now
I scroll
& punch 'delete'
& feel the relief,
a rush,
this release,
the freedom
from
the rejection,
no trace.
contrived
in love
& now
I scroll
& punch 'delete'
& feel the relief,
a rush,
this release,
the freedom
from
the rejection,
no trace.
(GRB090423)
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