Either you have someone else, you think I need discipline like an unruly dog or you are just being a bitch.
I believe you are trying to force me out of love with you. everything is a construct
end waste.
I do feel this IS a poem, Leigh. A prose poem. And a good one.Smiles.
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I think it's the bones of a poem howling at the finger that is pointing at the moon.
I'm out of faith and in my cups
I contemplate such bitter stuff.
I contemplate such bitter stuff.