Writing

"A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness." - Robert Frost

I wrote this to my friend... a lost friend who is no longer a part of my life.

So I´ve had this poem for a while.. but haven´t published it until now.

for a friend of mine..

this is all about how acceptance is directly and indirectly related to peace of mind.

It's useful... but disgusting!! (at least that's what I feel!) :K

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