Stomach It Poem by Rebecca Springsteen
Stomach It
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Speak?
Dare I with nothing good to say?
Will I just weep before any words come out?
I can't stomach it anymore.
There is always a pull, where you used to be.
I haven't moved the passenger seat since you sat there.
I see your picture everywhere it seems.
I really can't stomach it anymore.
Thursday, September 14, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: depression,departure
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7/28/2025 8:28:59 PM # 1.0.0
Beautiful poem Rebecca Thank you for sharing Mario Odekerken