Frail Suicide Hour Before Dawn Comments
I try to keep our memory vague
on the chance that I’ll find better days.
how can something so resplendent
spoil everything that comes after?
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Been there done that, and I know that doesn't help but it's true. I like the title, it oiled my brain gears lol.
I like your poem's intensity, but do hope you will bounce back. Find a new love if you must but never allow sorrow to consume you.
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7/21/2025 12:18:40 AM # 1.0.0
Poetry is a sponge that absorbs pain. Thrives on it. And cures. By taking it away from you. Warmly, Julia.