April 14

poetry

If I ever kill you
I want you to know
that I don’t mean
anything by it
and if it causes you
any sort of pain
or your family
any sort of anguish
I’m sorry
and I’ll try to make it
right

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the sieve and the sand

Leaving the wheat with the chaff. This is not your mother's poetry blog.

April 14

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