By kevin urenda Date: 7 December 1999
There
my thinly scarred heart
groans yet again
the penned whispers of its
confessions that you file away
like paid claim forms
of what has always been your due
because I have a past to
make up for
a future to mistakenly
dream about
and a present to wrap neatly
in the fresh paper
that you stack in the corner by
the recycling bin of us
at least you haven't thrown me
away
yet
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