L. V., i found this poem suffocating in your ashtray
L. V., i found this poem drowning in the egg mixture
L. V., i found this poem when the moon was just the moon
L. V., i found this poem back when we refused to believe that the stars were lying to us
L. V., i found this poem on the ground, sobbing
Tell me honestly: Wasn’t life easier when we were strangers? Wasn’t life easier before we discovered poetry?
L. V., i found this poem when a stranger asked me for directions
L. V., i found this poem the day after you left
L. V., i found this poem in the middle of a prayer to a god who wasn't listening
L. V., i found this poem bathing in moonlight
L. V., i found this poem floating like a feather in the open sea
Poetry. Prose. Free Verse. May explore dark/sensitive themes.
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