Phases

Posted on July 22, 2010 | 1 Comment

Mooning over friendship
on the wane is like worrying
a loose tooth with my tongue.
Loop it with string and slam the door
already. A strong new tooth
will rise, eventually.

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One Response to Phases

  1. slpmartin | July 22, 2010 at 1:46 pm | Reply

    Oh I had to laugh outloud with these lines…just a excellent sentiment to have about old and future relationships.

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