It's been a while. I apologize. I haven't quite had my heart ripped out recently, but that was only because I had to stuff it back in place, briefly, only to tear it out, fiber by fiber, once again, post-coitus, when all the worst revelations come.
One of my Irregular Writing Outlets. Each poem is written in under a minute. Like this one, except it's not really a poem, because it's missing an image.
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