No velvet hearts, no sugared vows,
just dawn’s pale blade across the sheets.
The mirror shrugs—still me, somehow—
unwrapped, ungiven, incomplete.
Let lovers chase their paper wings;
I’ll sip this coffee, cold and neat.
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Author:
ROSHI (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
A good write of what love is and what one does not have or does and appreciate what is in one's hand
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