your past is of no interest
to me.
somehow
whatever has transpired
in your life
has left you
with limbs in tact.
just the present
is needed.
the future
is too far away.
let's talk about now,
what we have here,
across the table.
do we go.
do we stay.
these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real
experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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