if life
were fair
you would
not have been in mine.
if life
were fair
i would
have been in his life.
---
regret
licks the
embers
of a love
thrice
forgotten.
---
day by
day
you chip
away at me.
day by
day
you wring
my heart out.
day by
day
you make
me yearn.
---
these
hands want to
speak of
the
infidelities
of my heart,
my tongue
wants to
trace the
memory of
a bewitching love.
---
Casket of
dreams
A
Box of
holes.
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