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short reflections from my notebook, written over the last month


there will be a day when i look
into your eyes and see none
of the memories of our days
together ----
today is not that day

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the skeleton woman and
the angel of death
are my closest companions;
though i may resist,
they always bless me with gifts,
the greatest is life


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i can't remember anymore
the way you said my name;
all i recall is the sound
of your voice saying
"i don't love you anymore"
echoing in the cavern of my chest


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you hurt me in the place
where i held trust
broke me
where i believed in love
fractured me
where i felt security
now i am left searching
for the glue to put
myself back together


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the butterflies in my stomach at
the sound of your name
have been replaced by a
spinning, nauseated feeing,
like a hangover i can't recover from

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