Erasure Poetry: Dull Ache

Erasure Poetry: Dull Ache

  Winter day light hushed the empty room her worn blue jeans, other odds and ends conjures memories. the melancholy of reality outpaces our imaginings. I get to pretend at wholeness; it’s never there. This Erasure poem is written for

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