poor me.
i pour me
right into we
until empty.
not won.
we're not one
so overcome;
our love's undone.
i see.
my eyes see;
refuse to plead
or beg on knees.
hear now;
i'm here now.
i turned around
and stood my ground.
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writing the left
Poetry"writing the left" is 2022 collection of micropoetry by h.h. | @bull.sees.red
