Death by
slow
long
cold
lonely
walks.
Never again,
she tells herself.
When will you learn,
she tells herself.
His lips look like never.
His eyes look like never.
His skin feels like never.
His kiss tastes like never.
forsake,
forget,
regret.
Rinse and Repeat.
You know you will.
Monday, March 24, 2008
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