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he stood before me
'A Love Letter In Ruins'
with eyes crushed
like sand stoned violets
his misery
his entire facial wound
constipated feelings
discarded far too soon
nothing but dusty
faded memories
of good times
long before
endless doom
beseeching eyes
revealing
their own emptiness
and regret
making me think
to myself
but what else
could we do
over is a painful word
to have to admit to
but when it is
leaving can only soothe...............
(May 17, 2012 110pm)