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Borrowed Time
And I will weild willingness to deny how much I loved you - Just as I will deny how much you've
hurt me - Until everything you were is exiled from within - Our memories no longer timeless,
I have the will to not remember you.
Published 27th Jul 2021
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Anonymous
- Edited 27th Jul 2021 4:01am
27th Jul 2021 3:59am
Your ability to palpably punctuate tortured regret, is unparalleled...
Just. Wow.
Succinctly immense brevity, here.
Well poeted.
🌹 - 💙
B
Just. Wow.
Succinctly immense brevity, here.
Well poeted.
🌹 - 💙
B
27th Jul 2021 4:03am
You are in a class of written expression of your own doll, literally. Thank you, tight hugs for
for seeing beneath.
for seeing beneath.
Anonymous
- Edited 23rd Oct 2022 7:41am
23rd Oct 2022 7:39am
I just reread this poem tonight and am reminded how much I truly miss the powerful heft, erudition and openness from the very depths of honesty, that your pen brought so fucking well to the page. I often wonder why sublime poets like yourself chose to stop visiting while others forever remain to regurgitate and replay... Alas, my meanie side digresses...
Needless to say, I'm utterly grateful to have participated in knowing well your poetic voice, even with the small amount of work you blessed us with.... It felt like such an opportunity and amazing lesson learned.
I hope wherever you are you somehow can feel the warmth, appreciation and the sweet marveling awe that only your stellar writing can still evoke... perhaps like unexplained tingles...
Thinking of you....
x
Needless to say, I'm utterly grateful to have participated in knowing well your poetic voice, even with the small amount of work you blessed us with.... It felt like such an opportunity and amazing lesson learned.
I hope wherever you are you somehow can feel the warmth, appreciation and the sweet marveling awe that only your stellar writing can still evoke... perhaps like unexplained tingles...
Thinking of you....
x
