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An Antoine and Cara Fiasco

Antoine and I tried making a poem this summer back and forth over facebook; here's what I can recover of it. I'll use this as a starting point, add on to it!

and he emerged from the shadows, begging please
as she walked away into the hollow petal of a nightfall

it's ok
only one of us died here tonight
and I'll be reborn from the
ashes of your leftover deceit

stab my heart with your heel, just to be stuck on you
The ground breaks my fall as you plummet with vindication
This is love?

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Anonymous said…
i can't see where i am headed
the nightfall's breath is a bleak blindness.
guides me with no direction
away from the depths you sank.

where is love?

the answer is in the light
on the other side of night.

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