Reluctant footsteps at my door should I ask him in? **** Unfinished poems at my bedside I will miss evenings like these smell of virgin rims **** Unfinished bedside poems know to pause, sometimes, is to end **** I write to remember to forget **** I live life life lives me Both lives- are they […]
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