Living Prose
The truth-is-better-than-fictional bits.
Sunday, September 29, 2013
Inevitable
The weight of what this is
And isn't presses
Me into you and leaves a permanent
Mark, the shape of me, which in turn
Leaves a permanent mark, the shape of you
In me, anew,
Every single moment.
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