Month Poem by Amy Carr

Month



For one
whole month
he and
I were
in love.

And it
was with
me that

he sowed
his last
oats of
freedom, and

also with
me that
he broke

my all
too giving
heart.

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Amy Carr

Amy Carr

Washington, DC
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