Cyclone 1 Poem by J.M Berger

Cyclone 1



most of our problems
are never really resolved
we board up the doors to our pasts
and are surprised when someone shows up knocking
but i forgive you and you forgive me
though neither of us actually knows what we did wrong
it's not my fault if my voice always trails off
just as i get to the important part...

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