Commit Poem by Charles Malcolm

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I run my tongue across the spine
of a woman who isn't mine.

Broken minds and crooked lines.

She'll regret this tomorrow
because she's supposed to.

I'll regret nothing.
Expect even less.

I've left all that behind.

Saturday, January 16, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: loneliness,love
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