Micro Memoir #90

Larch, I’m going sad like a toy

In an occupied country.

I am a doll faced thing.

You can tell I was burned

For awhile. Don’t

Fool yourself

I got here by choice

Having believed too much

In others. How

Could they not

Fall in love with me—

& of course

They were simply running for their lives…

 

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