rita bell
Whatever happened to our love? Its warmth is missing from our smiles and eyes and tenderness has left our words. Now all that's left is our empty selves.
Maybe
surging waves carried
or diving sea birds carried to lonely
Maybe we or lost
it
it
it
out of reach
off
windswept dunes. left
in
it
at
some greasy
service station
the mail. diane cochran
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