Since I forgot to post yesterday, you get a two-for. Here is an exert from a poem by Tangible:

this is not an apology letter and i will not apologize about my words that reek of vodka, neither will i express my heartfelt woeful regret for burying what was left of your love under black wilted roses.

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titled: The True Confessions Of A Heartless Girl

this is not an apology letter and i will not apologize about my words that reek of vodka, neither will i express my heartfelt woeful regret for burying what was left of your love under black wilted roses. in September we spent four hours under a tree attempting to bind our hearts and minds but i crumpled them together with the fallen autumn leaves, leaving you staring at the exposed bits of yellow xanthophylls and orange beta-carotene blended with the beautifully bruised muscle. i’m not sorry that your flowers ended in the trashcan with the weeds, but they were crooked and fading. i’m not sorry that the love poem you requested from me was written in the cemetery on the back of your father’s obituary, and i’m definitely not sorry that the first tree i felled in my backyard was the one with our initials carved…

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