like a cold
wet rag
you've wrung the most
out of
this relationship
that you could.
small grey drips
hit the ground.
you spin
it in the air,
snap it like
a whip.
yes, it's done.
you set it out
on the sidewalk
to dry
in the sun, let
the wind
take it.
Wednesday, December 17, 2014
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