Poetry
Thoughts and feelings, accounts of how I see the world.
Tuesday, August 6, 2013
I would be Prometheus.
I would suffer.
I would bask in the torture as my
connection to you
My heart.
Is ripped away.
I would repeat this everyday
If it meant I wouldn't forget.
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