sweet, full, beautiful the kiss
shimmering pink on opaque and gray
I let you go on to the future
our past closed in black
enbalmed in solid gold
as the diploma is set aside,
I hope to move you from me
when you take it in your hands
will you feel the chill of a departed breath
and the heartache that has been forsaken?
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I have lots of random, not so great poetry lying around...maybe you will like it? It helps me think life through :)
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