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Poetry and Prose

Wednesday, October 31, 2007

bitter haikus 2

Once, comfort between
our collarbones, hearts yielding
soft pounding pillows.

Sheltered in my arms,
called home my mind and marrow,
now you are cast out.

My best poems were
written for, wasted on you.
I don't want you back.
Posted by Laurel at 7:16 PM

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