At this point in life, any love poems I conjure are based on memory. Hence, I don’t produce many.
Mike Essig

Memories, of desire, of wanting someone so bad I thought I’d die… all of it my own ego… worthless and destitute.

I’m going to take Aura Wilming’s advice and watch Down Periscope cause I need to laugh while spinning out of control.

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