Distant words cut deep.
Anger soars, anguish plummets.
Love, fly back to me.
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Addison Alder
Writer of Wrongs. Discontent Creator. Editor of The Gristle.
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Violence Begets
"Any last words, cowboy?" "None you'd understand, sodbuster." "Funny. That's Marshall Sodbuster to you. But I meant some last nugget that would help us in the adjudication of the myriad offenses counted against you and your gang. I wasn't asking for penitence."
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great poet you are👌
I like the metaphor applied here.
Unpopular opinion but I actually prefer long distance relationship hahaha. Loved your Haiku!