Poem: Let The Mist Runs Free

I spray ocean mist on me
because you’re obsessed with it.
You broke my Nirvana’s record
because I refused
to conquer the world with you.

Now I’m willing to delete our song,
Throw away your sweater; and
Donate those paperbacks you left behind,
If only I could dispose this feeling
of disappointment by substituting
that was of an ethereal and chiseled —

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