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.
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.
Sunday Whirl. Find me lurking below:
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