the lost love no longer matters
nor the memories of youth
in a time and place gone long ago
the world in which I lived has been lived
and this world I'm in will bury me
sans sacrement
and it will no longer matter
the shame the waste the loss
Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
Wednesday, August 26, 2015
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