Oct 2023
Welcome true Love.
I trust. Tread easy.
Don't become a ghost
haunt my memory.
My heart has become
fields of unmarked graves
calcified and numb
we're all Love's slaves.
I trust. Tread easy.
Don't become a ghost
haunt my memory.
My heart has become
fields of unmarked graves
calcified and numb
we're all Love's slaves.
A friend was engaged in her fantasy love that died in an unexpected blink of an eye.
(76/M/New Bern, NC)
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