Kill All Your Darlings
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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