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DORMANT - a poem

No more chances for him!
My feelings are
Dormant
Stale
Forgotten
A limbless daisy
Left in a field of similar skeletons
Crushed
Between the bare toes of young lovers
Our virtues are our vices
In the marshmallowy
Pink-hearted
Arrow-hit
Land of love

(written about 10 years ago!)

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