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self indulgent teenage-style poem needed to spew out. (Free verse) by Roisin You could have caught me
we may have walked alone hand in hand
down a crowded road in spring.
I would have given myself
completely and the past would have seemed
as irrelevant as our hypothetical future
is now.
You unearthed something dead
breathed life back in
then left the foetal flame
to burn out
leaving poison behind.
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