Washing Life by Kori| Written 8/1/17

Love is scattered around,
still feeling raw to collect the pieces.

Sitting on the curved edge,
the force to live is fading.

Emotions tattered,
a friend chimes in showing disdain.

He skirted the truths thrown at him,
and refuses to take responsibility.

He drew the short straw,
but failed to come clean.

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