Not Poetry
A feeling
[not regret]
craves breath.
An omission
[not hope]
grates against a throat.
Winded lungs
lend to nerves
sensations
[not hers]
denied
with words.
A feeling
[not regret]
craves breath.
An omission
[not hope]
grates against a throat.
Winded lungs
lend to nerves
sensations
[not hers]
denied
with words.
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