Boneyard

Thinking about old lovers

is dangerous, dirty work

to walk back through

graveyards filled

with old haunts and hurts

hidden by

hazy twilight

and rotting tombs

faded and forgotten

but

buried bones

breathe life

to fresh blooms

 

 

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