Wednesday, 1 April 2015

NaPoWriMo 1


I know a girl who is not here
nor is she gone but most of all
not here.

Though now I think, primarily
she's positively, certainly
not gone.

I think our hearts do not belong
inside our restless bodies when
she's gone.


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