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I honestly have no idea how good this is (and i don't mean to be immodest, i am not trying to set myself up to get showered with praise or anything. I genuinly don't have a clue) I am a little intimidated by the whole process to be honest. I'm just hoping the anonymity security holds out.
Basically, this is to do with my girlfriend- so the usual, i presume- and how she has proceeded to demonstrate that she is not the person i thought she was, since breaking up with me. I don't know. its complicated. Or rather i make it complicated. I do hope this isn't overly sentimental, although i have a suspicion that sentimentality may be my linguistic currency. So please, any comments would be appreciated if possible.
Thank you


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Countered beneath a swathe of brilliant brown beauty,
A mind incredulous in design. Shadow upon
Lived dreams. A silent cry of anguish. To see her don
lesser lips. Incarceration. Stuperous, fruity
indifference hung over a timeless second. Near
To us? How to tell? But atleast, i hope, i’m still here.

Leadon weight grips. Across the party-packed room, blaze
Overtly familiar brown eyes. I Bleed the last
Ventrical of hope. pleading to deny that the past
Ever happened. Who is she? What was i? Caught a haze
Of doubt. Panic now. Caught paraplegic by the fear
Realisation of foolishness. But i’m still here.

Life longs to show only its own futilty. Corpse
Of expectation. Of trust. Of abject failure.
Such aparrent abrupt ending of fluidity.
So what to do but blindly question. if i’m still here
?