Sad Labels:
acceptance
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sad poems
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sad poetry
tighten the knot. allow the change to decapitate.
the foul of time. sweetly supplicating.
empty jars in the corner. a prison of names long forgotten.
the distance pivots. soft and furious. as the proverbial walls come tumbling in.
an avalanche of choices. listlessly capitulating.
cut the string. let the wind take it.
the sky bites down hard. but the balloon has already broken free.
the story continues to tell us. long after we've torn out those pages.
it ends the same as everything does. shallow puddles and swollen blisters
smirking souvenirs. the tired auditors of our grief.
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