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The Last Valentine
Waiting on a surge
of lightning to hit me
to burn off memories
of your smile etched
on the bark of my brain
but like the fucking lottery
I know one in a million
are the odds I forget.
of lightning to hit me
to burn off memories
of your smile etched
on the bark of my brain
but like the fucking lottery
I know one in a million
are the odds I forget.
Published 26th Apr 2015
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27th Apr 2015 6:49am
27th Apr 2015 11:02am
27th Apr 2015 6:57am
I really like this piece ... Though I like the burn marks - they mold me a bit
Thank you, Lobo. Ahh yes , those character builders that will make us stronger less they kill us or turn us into Frankenstein who was also born of the lightning bolt !
Anonymous
16th Jun 2016 7:44am
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8th Jul 2016 1:44am
Whew, I am glad you survived that experience . Thank you for the kind words .
