Eyelashes
Stashes
Hope crashes
To the sea
What will be
Is me
In this world
without
He
And I can’t bare to imagine
Never seeing his face
In this place again.
White hot thought
Eyelashes
Stashes
Hope crashes
To the sea
What will be
Is me
In this world
without
He
And I can’t bare to imagine
Never seeing his face
In this place again.
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I am a writer, I write ~ I began writing PR0G-PR0SE in 1966 - not sure why I ever stopped, was it 9/11? Poetry does not have to be boring .. .
Bipolar Man, in Recovery, Trying His Best to Be Happy
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