Break-Up
Cauterized by searing scorn, his heartWill heal up soon enough, but hers?
There is no way of knowing. Something
Generates that heat, perhaps a wound
That will not go away.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2018-12-10 at 16:02
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