What Died Should Have Stayed Dead
Reliving Happens with retrospect As I recall one midnight in spring when You gave me a final kiss goodnight Aggressive lips on my sweat-clammed forehead The distraught moon crying out to us, "I have loved through you for three years!" A pale blue curtain billowing into our bedroom window Distraught at the prospect of not being allowed To watch as w…
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