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Insignificance
I am supposed to love
you, in my suffering
spread on these pages
between half sentences,
yet like my body,
these offerings, never
meant much to you.
you, in my suffering
spread on these pages
between half sentences,
yet like my body,
these offerings, never
meant much to you.
Published 16th May 2024
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16th May 2024 5:26pm
17th May 2024 2:12am
Dear U,
The only wretched feeling for me, insignificant. And only by the one who vowed to treat me with significance does this matter to me. This poem has such relevance and no words wasted here. They get right to the heart of the matter. Great writing. H🌷
The only wretched feeling for me, insignificant. And only by the one who vowed to treat me with significance does this matter to me. This poem has such relevance and no words wasted here. They get right to the heart of the matter. Great writing. H🌷
17th May 2024 12:13pm
