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Sycamore Spirit Jun 2015
I sold my engagement ring to a gold peddler for $995.
I paid off my consulting lawyer.
I purchsed a bottle of 15 year single malt.
I bought gasoline and drove 336 miles.

I threw your wedding band, the one you left me to dispose of, into the shallowest and widest river I could find.

You're welcome.
Sycamore Spirit Apr 2015
travel light sideways
  long for lowland to inhale sunny afternoon
tin roof laughing
river is flowing gently

kisses if I stumble
Sycamore Spirit Apr 2015
wild promises
    sang light dynamic mouthful
            ravenous moonlight
Sycamore Spirit Apr 2015
I waited.
Would that surprise you?
Seems like I did that a lot when we were together.
I waited after we split too.
For that call.
The inquiry.
A simple "how are you?"
The date you said you would ask of me.

I have finally given up waiting.
The beginning has evolved. You are not there any longer.
Sycamore Spirit Apr 2015
The hypocrite in me honors the hypocrite in you.
we are all hypocrites. every single day.
Sycamore Spirit Apr 2015
I think I may launch a sapphire into the realm of leaves and leeches
and see, if anything, gets launched back in return.
Sycamore Spirit Apr 2015
rise and fall juicy collapse

eyes joined hands tumble through pressed atoms

his beard smells of love
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