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A poem about making a bad choice and regretting it after. The bad choice was my ex.
Submitted:Feb 20, 2013 Reads: 13 Comments: 3 Likes: 3
Black
This is the black essence
Which has dissolved in blood;
A crude life force, tirelessly traveling
Round and round. Time has ceased
To exist here, this ever stretching space
Feels claustrophobic. It is your voice
Your being has borne this
Wound.
So much has happened for time
To erase
I look back to the first-
Look what the cat dragged in.
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