In a fingersnap
with snipersharp
accuracy
you tore through my heart
ghost, soul and bones
when you laughed
when I said
I love you
.
Fists balled in the hollow of the eyes Sat in the old, creaky wicker chair The scream stuck in the pharynx Blue-overalls despair taking ho...
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