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june thirtieth
by Ava Blu
i believed in something concrete when i was a child,
i believed in the whispers in the sky
and the cold on my spine
but june was hell
and i came ready to fight
but you tore out the best parts of me
and now i can't even weep for july.
07/02/2010
Author's Note:
"Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday
Who could hang a name on you?
When you change with every new day
Still I'm gonna miss you..."
Posted on 07/02/2010
Copyright © 2024 Ava Blu
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Madeline Lamb on 07/03/10 at 04:58 AM The problem with hell on earth is that you always make it to the other side, and it never looks quite as nice as the time before it. Sorry. |
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