Apr 2015
They always come in spurts,
intimate thoughts & feelings
rising to the surface,
emotions spilling out
into contrived words
of true love
and angst
for eternity.
And it hurts.
intimate thoughts & feelings
rising to the surface,
emotions spilling out
into contrived words
of true love
and angst
for eternity.
And it hurts.
It's that simple.
(GRB090423)
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