
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?

Perhaps I could invite you to read more of my work:
If you like short stories I have them scooped up into one category (including the six-sentence stories).
Or perhaps I could interest you in poetry and refections or something more personal like the Blog.
I also happen to own an IT studies blog in Estonian and "Chaos in Spring" can be listened to on YouTube, Spotify and other streaming services.


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