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About That
The heart broke
tears gathered like a crowd
none fell.
Static.
All encompassing pain.
Breathing deeply to keep from dying
kinda crying, sighing, weeping, dead.
What is left?
Shells and shit.
No clever quips.
This is fucking it.
Or is it?
tears gathered like a crowd
none fell.
Static.
All encompassing pain.
Breathing deeply to keep from dying
kinda crying, sighing, weeping, dead.
What is left?
Shells and shit.
No clever quips.
This is fucking it.
Or is it?
Published 13th Nov 2018
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13th Nov 2018 5:34pm
14th Nov 2018 9:28pm
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14th Nov 2018 9:29pm
"or is it?"
I guess that depends on how much more the heart can take .. interesting perspective .. I'm not sure, by what you've shared, that hanging onto that is wise ... but then again, what do I know ... ?
life does go on
I guess that depends on how much more the heart can take .. interesting perspective .. I'm not sure, by what you've shared, that hanging onto that is wise ... but then again, what do I know ... ?
life does go on
14th Nov 2018 9:30pm
Write on (& on), beloved Mo.
Eye
feel
that
pain (nowadays).......Love you!
Eye
feel
that
pain (nowadays).......Love you!
14th Nov 2018 9:31pm
