
Part of my poetry collection, Margins of the First Draft — what the hell is this even and where did it come from. I like the poem itself. I sure did have a theatrical way to convey love... Love is not that bad at all... or sad...
17. Realization her love won't die
And so I have been doomed, to walk this earth
Without my love by my side,
Cursed to live
And write letters unheard
Poetry on the Margins #17 Melodramatically laid, on display
About the painting —
I think one tit should show.
And maybe,
a bit
of an ankle?

There's more of my work:
If you like short stories I have them scooped up into one category (including the six-sentence stories).
Or maybe you prefer poetry,, more personal entries can be found at the Blog.
There's also the IT studies blog in Estonian and "Chaos in Spring" on YouTube, Spotify and other streaming services.

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