Saturday, May 5, 2018

backspaces


it were not her written words

but the deleted ones

which could have conveyed

her deepest desires

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Thursday, May 3, 2018

disappear

disappear

was her favorite word

and so she did one day

leaving behind her memories

stealing his earth's sunshine away
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