A fleeting NestA Poem by C A C Smith
No one can ever be
Interested in hearing about my maimed Cravings to hold you Once more. To Love you, heal you, mend you; to Ease your pain. Here feels tired and Airy. Like an Unannounced, unwanted chill that can Never match the grief in your wake. Twisted, Bitter, Sweet Malevolent Encumbrance. © 2015 C A C Smith |
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