Last night I finally said goodbye. In many ways, perhaps, our early loves are always phantoms echoes of what we wish to see tinged by rose-tinted hormones flushed cheeks Drunk on fresh love’s elixir, we pledge our troth to an hallucination bind our hands to a passing dream. At least, I would like to believe…
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I pulled the plug. It may as well have been a trigger, Says my heart; I closed the book myself, And cannot mourn. Some loss is irrevocable; Powerless, you cannot stop The truck, the bullet, Turn back time. Denial, anger, bargaining, Railing at life and death, Waves of grief, up and down, Washing. But some…
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