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Ohio Weather


Quentin Russell
Remember the times we had! Those trees bloomed
So bright with our affection and although
Now your corpse-cold love’s probably entombed
In you, I can still feel grass at my toes.
I woke one morning and expected a kiss
But received a bite. And not the fun kind.
I found out you would cut through to my chest,
Eat at my flesh, and act like we were fine.
I heard a sad song today; it told me
To just walk away. I wish there was hope.
I’m letting go of what we used to be.
That green grass is long gone from these cold toes.
I know you will come crawling back to me;
Cut the crap; I won’t stoop to kiss your feet.

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