Sunday, August 7, 2011

Breaking Hard Valentine

What’s past is troubled
what’s past is doubled
who’s your daddy
who’s your double
hello I was just
thinking about you
troubled often by the sense
you’re forgetting
someone that somehow
pressed so hard learning
your letters now
your hands collapse
with words and inky love
that burning coal
how long can I endure
it there eating its way
through the center
of your stare?

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