"I'll take your leave now"
She said to his still being.
Packing her bags,
Holding her tears in.
Forever seemed to
Enjoy slapping her
In the face
Repeatedly.
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Echo of Thoughts
PoetryPoetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that hurt. It is a matter of life not just a matter of language... Breathe in experience, breathe out poetry....
