A Valediction Inside The Room
do not hate me,
for i am, this is all that i have
wind in your palms
when you close
you know what happens
when you open again
you know what is next
love me then for what i am
a rose in your lips
when you say something
like
i love you
you know what happens next
surely.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa

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