the mistake began
when i wrote love like a poem
thinking it was all rhymes
til we ran out of breath saying it out loud
with our clandestine whispers-
without regard of the commas and pauses
the line breaks and stanzas
when all i cared for was the rhymes
and nothing between the lines
i knew it had to end all of a sudden
and that the love we barely hung onto
would cling to the shadow of the next
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Unmuffled
Poetrya collection of his thoughts, questions, and manifestations on love and all the in-betweens
