Unreciprocated Friends
This hollow ache
I swallow the sword of fondness
I wait for it's closure to hit my stomach
It is unforgiving
It is tastless
It is mine alone
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I need an outlet. My poetry is poor, and free verse.... but I'm a strong believer that poetry is just emotions. If I feel something when I write it must be poetry. If you feel something when you read it it must be poetry.
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