staccato and terse
the head is hung up
love goes in reverse
painted door stripped
to be hung out to dry
left out in the rain
left outside the
lighting rays
the days of indoor
boxed wine retirement pain
so full of hooks
can't help but
be hung up
upside down
thrown around and drown
like a ragdoll
abandoned swan song
left for the prose hounds
to sing in fire
looking at
the sky
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