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not really good, just honest for the moment ...

Posted to Poetry

loving you is wading
slow motion through a snowstorm
boots too heavy and I
can’t see the purple blur
of your work uniform
anymore I find my focus
has been obliterated
and I am broken
a cracked clay pot,
shattered sleepily right around the
likes of you.
--Rebekah Mtz.