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Nov 10, 2019 20:17


i put words to

paper so i don't

scream them out loud.

this world has

no time

for poetry, anymore.

-or me.

i am

s c a t t e r e d

no unlike the

letters and

leaves

you left

s t r e w n

in your wake;

hard truths

learned

too late, an

empty bed, a

belly ache, & now

alone

and

consumed,

w a i t i n g

is all

i am.

your ghost still hunts my walls.
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