honest poetry for the soul, probably written at a corner coffee shop near you.
"Ashes and Twine" He was with me and we were one. United by a raging fire between us called love and staying knotted by the forces of fate. But all knots fray and all fires burn out. He did not love me the next day, and left was a pile of ashes and twine.
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Black Lines (10/02/2016)
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