orangegerberas
poetry. terse, whimsical vignettes of love and dubious remorse.
14 August 2012
flashback I
this is where
my nightmares
lead me to:
two closed doors
with two people inside
one of them is mine
I stand outside
unwilling to knock,
unable to breathe
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