Prepare,
Steel yourself
Against
The onslaught,
The pain
Of betrayal
Heartache
Seeps from every pore
Twisting and tangling
Each and every nerve
Ripping through
Peaceful nights and sunlit mornings
Tearing through music and
laughter
Arrange each moment
Each step, each breath
To avoid memories and souvenirs
Of days gone by
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This is great Raymond. Sparce, which, I like and yet you manage to pack in a wealth of emotional information. I enjoyed it very much. love, Allie xxxxxxxxx