she's angry
all the time.
her letters,
her texts, her
e mail reflects
a dark and
sad side. it's
a heavy water
that rises
over her,
holds her down
each day. she
smiles, but
it's like the
sun trying
to burst through
thirty years
of doubt and
clouds. and you
feel for her,
because there
is nothing
you can do.
all of your good
intentions
are just empty
cold balloons.
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3 comments:
The editor called-she wants to revoke your poetic license.
i'm betting you pissed somebody off...and good.
the line is long and growing....
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