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A brief poem to claim a feeling to aim...to let go without the shame..to shelter the burden and carry the game.

Yesterday seemed so fake upon a artificial rose.

Could that be your manliness standing errect artificial love,

Help i cried "Love" i told...Swept in emotions deep like a tital wave, sadness...

Brief succumb, my torn out words trying to hold..Like fork lightening burning the ground

Saltiness on my face, I Miss You i hear myself heart say..

Crowded thoughts emotional pain, sick to my tummy of the words you now claim

Utter brief i threw it back as hard as i can all in words....Salty and shame.

How could you? My dire health...the heart is empty

Try let me stand..

Is this my last i hear you ask...

SNAP! Oh there goes my sim card gone at last. The voice on the phone..Goodbye my lover

 

GOODBYE