Robert Rumery

Rookie (1-17-85 / Dover-Foxcorft, Maine)

When Love Fades

You can see them playing,
you can hear their voices inside of your head,
you feel there breathe on your so skin,
so cold and so clammy,
you close your eyes and you can see what happened,
that they had sealed there fat in a dimly lit-room,

You want to pretend like it never happened,
you huddle in the corner and curl into a small little ball,

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