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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

The lies we tell ourselves. The lies we tell each other.

In the interest of time

as the winter snowfall picks up

into blizzards and wrecks


Tell me


If it’s tonight

you spend with me

with the company of the thought of a lost love


Your former and My was-meant-to-be

in mind | as we hold each other

and lie to each other, obsessively


Submitted: December 08, 2019

© Copyright 2020 Jay Charles Owen. All rights reserved.

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A lot of ghosts in the relationship. An enjoyable read.

Mon, December 9th, 2019 8:11pm


Thank you for reading!

Tue, December 10th, 2019 10:21pm

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