(written March 2023)
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The word love sounds so good.
Like food
or a drug to inject.
But in retrospect, it is only a weapon, akin
to a visceral cut to the heart.
No jumpstart can cure the pain of rejection
as we bleed from words spoken or not.
Left
to rot in our lament.
Love heaven-sent is too good to be true,
a temporary fix for the blues.
That will always leave a bruise.
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