stop that.
curtailing the rewards of love
around the softness forming on her face
upon the news, you've broken up
and there's not a chance
of feeling any contrition
because you're all about yourself
most of the time, anyways.
She, wrapped in light and acceptance.
you, in the dark, smelling of bark and river
overnight.
thinking of Her again
stop that.
May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 1:26 PM UTC
stop that.
curtailing the rewards of love
around the softness forming on her face
upon the news, you've broken up
and there's not a chance
of feeling any contrition
because you're all about yourself
most of the time, anyways.
She, wrapped in light and acceptance.
you, in the dark, smelling of bark and river
overnight.
thinking of Her again
stop that.
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