Thursday, December 2, 2010

And Lastly; It Could Have Been Anyone Else.

I breathed out
And let go your name.

On my lips
Kiss swollen, too plain.

I breathed in
And cursed that name.

Cracked, wind burned
Corner dwelling former lover,

Oh, I cannot speak of you
Never think of you.

Your name here,
And Your name here.

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