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If Only
Today, I purge my memories
my stupid self engaged to you,
lacerated emotions by your tongue,
bruises caught by your ignorance,
I free them through whispers in the wind.
I have no more to say,
my past blistered by you.
If only you had known me
I wish you could have given me a chance,
what would we be now?
Faulkner
With a handle like that, how can you not become a writer. Poet. Encore. For critique, read other poets on pp to learn and grow. - Just Bein' Stella
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