an hour into his love got me half-through a bottle of
loneliness
the night conspired but promise leant an exit plan
the bottle spent… I ran,
i fled into a lonelier place that pooled the image of my
face
against a darkening sea of evasive policies
to set my spirit free,
i was haunted by the happy clamour of my insolence to love
i mocked it’s wrath when I emerged the stronger man
and now i know i can….
Written by D. Vollin
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