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Vesper 4

Vesper 4

A Poem by Saint No-One
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Part 4 of 5

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IV
Metaphors about light are 
all well and good.
I could say that we fizzled out,
like a hurricane-lamp
in a rainstorm.
But to be honest,
I just don't love you anymore.

© 2013 Saint No-One


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Added on March 16, 2013
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Saint No-One
Saint No-One

Madera, CA



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I am an artist, but my mind doesn't work the way I want it to. One day I'll be, washing myself with handsoap in a public bathroom, thinking how did I get here? Where the hell am I? more..

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