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Trash It.
September 20, 2013
I used to talk in rhymes to spill out the bad times,
Hoping that maybe it would work.
I ended up crashing head first into lovers full of remorse.
Everything would end up coming undone and that was just how it went.
I would be a pile of words and leftover string tied to someone running from
Love’s relent.
My words fall at my feet and I can’t help but think
This isn’t good enough for me.
So now,
There is a wastebasket full of memories.
© Danielle L., League City, TX
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