he left an imprint
too visceral to fade away
it developed and
it was too much,
like atreacles of black paint
in between white sheets.
he was the molasses
to her plain menu.
he was the main character
in her own life.
he was everything
he w a s- - -
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17-07-2019
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Poetrythe melancholic part of me that wants to be exposed - p o e m s -