Of course...I still think of you
Embedded in my marrow
are the syrupy tones
of your coiled promises
and blended truths
Binging on a freshly
green heart that was
placed at your feet
Turn over the pith and
...gone is its toothsome
unripened essence
You mouse away with
mounded morsels of
no vital importance
a substantial slab
Of course...
I will always
think of you.
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