last hurrahby Melissa Gammillto write a poem -began with "i love" ended with "you"- but she never seemed to understand. that was his first last hurrah to the poetry world his last reply to heart for the ink ran dry his hands grew cold and her memory never fled. tonight he sits with empty pages flawless white edges clean draws nearer to desire hoping somewhere she still reads. |
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