it was the poetic moments
we left on the beaches
the unwashed footprints
our ghosts still holding hands
it was the poetic moments
on the bathroom walls
our shadows that vandalized
more than the scribbles on the door
it was the poetic moments
your love left me
alive, now dead that haunts
a forgetting that i never can
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Unmuffled
Poetrya collection of his thoughts, questions, and manifestations on love and all the in-betweens
