~As she left..... I knew there was writing to be done~

So close to you, so inside of you.....i'm so fucking into you,
but your body moved in a confused motion of consentual regret,
a theme that had every right amongst knowing minds.
Perhaps the wedding band placed firmly on your finger and all
that come with church aisle speeches, had played its moral hand.
Thicken the plot with a fork, so the truths may slip through the cracks.
I now look around the room at the mess we made,
the clean up will be of the internal kind........wiping you from my mind.

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