we are not who we used to be.
love aged us as two dank caves
shrouding demons and discontent
begging the question: we had demons?
i mothered these words until i thought they would hatch,
reflecting only the beauty of your simplicity,
but the sentiment has sailed through
windows unlatched and breezy.
you were not an awful man,
but a weak one.
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