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They talk about you
Whispered voices
I don’t know
Of they seek to appease you
Or me
So much damage in between.
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I turn away
To avoid your image
And these thoughts
Though, we both know.
But I’m looking out the window
And it’s snowing
And I suppose
I’ll take solace there.
Promises
So many people I’ve seen
To what end?
I’d ask
If I made a good story
But would it matter
Whoever you’re entertaining.
What choices do we have
Before
And after.
The snow is so beautiful
I’ll think of hibernating
Though not quite a dream
Nor a promise
Curled up in my warmth
With someone
Capable
Of loving me
Theae truths
Perhaps it will be only me
These mournful days
But better than a lie.
Love.
Poetry
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