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december sixteenth

by Ava Blu



at night,
i want to cuddle the pillows and feel some warmth against
this brittle skin;


instead i find myself wet
with tears
and wondering how it is i could ever become
bitter.




12/16/2008
Posted on 12/17/2008
Copyright © 2026 Ava Blu


Member Comments on this Poem


Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 12/17/08 at 06:13 AM
Yeah, that sounds about right for me, too. Another brilliant snapshot.


Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 12/22/08 at 12:30 AM
A melancholy expression of something gone very much awry.




















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