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A Visit with Closure
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Lessons Learned In the clutch of the bitter night,
Heated passion rested comfortably
On overly laundered hotel sheets.
In the midst of our lamp-lit lust,
The coldness in your empty stare
Was enough to quench our desire.
My open heart lay out on the bed
Alongside my beckoning limbs,
But you rejected my final offer.
I was smothered under the weight
Of a heavy heart cast aside as
I had once squandered your love.
Then I discovered an uninvited
Visitor snuggled up between us;
He called himself Closure.
He allowed me to unwrap myself
From your grasp and find the solace
I've been desperately searching for.
And into the mo(u)rning dawn,
I was comforted in his embrace;
He gave me permission to move on.
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In the clutch of the bitter night,
heated passion rested comfortably
on overly laundered hotel sheets.
In the midst of our lamp-lit lust,
the coldness in your empty stare
was enough to quench my desire.
My open heart lay out on the bed
alongside my beckoning limbs,
but you rejected my final offer.
I was smothered under the weight
of a heavy heart cast aside as
I had once squandered your love.
Then I discovered an uninvited
visitor snuggled up between us;
He called himself Closure.
He allowed me to unwrap myself
from your grasp and find the solace
I've been desperately searching for.
And into the mo(u)rning dawn,
I was comforted in his embrace;
he gave me permission to move on.
