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ORANGE SHOES FOR NO REASON

SEQUINS

 

My Love Is Wiped Clean

 

my love is wiped clean

no peppermint sticky

red stripe remain

no moonlit heartache

no wide-eyed night

no words on fire

and tunnel stares

 

no more

 

my love is wiped

clean not even

the bitter stench

of regret or a

crumb of despair

is left

 

no lamentations

 

the breath you

took fills another,

I am thin without it

and the red scab

that scars the place

where my love used to be

will soon fall to the

earth softly like the

petal of a summer  rose

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