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That Hole, It Survives

A ghost sat

on me, relishing

in darkness

my colored

dance with her warm red hugs –

she left me nothing

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This entry was posted on July 22, 2018, 8:07 pm and is filed under Poems. You can follow any responses to this entry through RSS 2.0. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

  1. #1 by CARL R D'Agostino on July 22, 2018 - 8:11 pm

    The nothing she left lasted 35 years. She’s dead now. I retqain everything. New and untarnished.

    Reply

    • #2 by Carl on July 22, 2018 - 8:18 pm

      The untarnished part is the only fair part.

      Reply

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