Melancholy
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1 min readJan 26, 2017
O, Melancholy,
my sweet folly,
she doesn’t talk to me anymore.
Not since I hit the floor.
A clumsy hint,
a shiny glint,
a tease to draw the question —
further.
She’s too mute to answer.
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Destroyed. Rebuilt. Broken, Mended. Annihilated. Remade. Nothing special.