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November 7, 2017
I wish when we touched
It was with love
And not to fill
The chasm we created
With words we dare not speak
We hang on a string
Dangling
From our vices
Who am I to criticize
The choices you’ve made
Needles and pills
We all get our fill
Somewhere alone
I hope you know
That these dreams
Will never leave me
And when we die
I hope it is how we planned
Drowned off a bridge
Ashes scattered
Finally together
© Zea Marie H., Conover, NC
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