you can sit at a table
drinking wine
palms flat to the wood
without remembering
that table was ever a tree
but my heart will never forget
it bled for you
once
aayoungPoetry, Prose, Art, Curiosities
aayoungyou can sit at a table
drinking wine
palms flat to the wood
without remembering
that table was ever a tree
but my heart will never forget
it bled for you
once
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