Inevitable major breakups have arrived at my scuffled feet.
Last Friday, the official announcement for cg multiplication is made.
Gibson is leaving our literature module next week.
I have also stepped down from my leadership in The Artists Village.
My heart is not torn into two, just sourly perturbed, a little achy.
Although new things are invited, they uneasily sit on the throne of the old.
I am unsure if I am smooching the new because I kept turning back.
The rain has stopped pouring on my frame’s frailty.
A warm bath has also dissipated the hardened cold.
I am thinking, missing and still thinking of somebody.
Inevitable scuffling breakups major on my arrived feet.
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