He said he was sorry, said he’d had an idea.
I appreciate his apology; I really do.
But I cannot forget.
He said he was sorry, said he’d had an idea.
But I cannot forget.
I carry it with me everywhere.
It lives astride my medulla oblongata.
I carry it with me everywhere.
In the instinctual activity center that is hardwired.
It lives astride my medulla oblongata.
I breathe it in daily, as tainted fumes.
In the instinctual activity center that is hardwired.
As much a part of me as my hazel eyes or need to please.
I breathe it in daily, as tainted fumes.
I am stronger even though I can’t yet forgive.
As much a part of me as my hazel eyes or need to please.
I appreciate his apology; I really do.
I am stronger even though I can’t yet forgive.
I told him the truth today.
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This is a pantoum poem. It's recipe is as follows:
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Give it a try.