orangegerberas
poetry. terse, whimsical vignettes of love and dubious remorse.
21 December 2011
As time passes, so do you
there was a time
I had to hold my wrists
underwater
blood would burn
at the mention of
your name
now I can
imagine you
dead
with barely
a quickening
of breath
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