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Feb 2021
that bridge was built
with my bare hands
only to crumble
under the weight
of your constant need
the rubble crashing
into the sea below

and as i weep
for the demolished reef
you yell at me
demanding to know
when I'll build again
while lounging in the sun
on your distant beach

but you know what?
that distance
that span
has become
too far for me
it's just too far
for me to care
a good, old-fashioned
infj door slam
looming on the horizon
jordan
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jordan  47/M/the foot of the mountain
(47/M/the foot of the mountain)   
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