Poetry: Permissions
When we first met I found myself engaged In resistance, conjuring flaws where none Existed, wishing you would disappear Like a puff of smoke in a crazy wind. I avoided contact, conversation And caring,...
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On occasion, one comes to understand That life as a fictional character Leads to an empty pit, and the effort To remember the lines corrodes the soul. In these rare moments of blessed darkness, One is...
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