I Still ...

Two Thousand Ten

what have you done to me?

a smothering indistinctness of agony as sentiments seep.

once we tasted bliss,

wide-eyed and young,

but your heart soured.

a dark fever of memory -

tears follow memory, follow blood,

love taken away.

in a torrent of tears,

i still ...

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