on account of

on account of
security, our
hearts break
inconsistently.
on account of
love, we
forget and do
it all over again
.
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2 comments

  1. Kindred Wanderer

    I think you’d enjoy ‘Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep’ by Mary Elizabeth Frye. I like your poetry

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