Post Cards from the Leaving

by StandStill   Jan 15, 2009


Two birds
one stone,
just leave me
alone.
One jump,
one game.
We died
all the same.
One poem,
one song.
Bullshit,
it's wrong.
Leaving,
my friend.
I love you,
the end.

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i'm leaving you alone now.

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