no hellos were said
we were both in pain i guess
no goodbyes spoken
haiku for pater
words less spoken
Gen X’er chronicles the art form of living in the Angelino metropolitan environment through poetry, creative writing, art, photography, and culture.
Wow. yes. Short jab, well written.
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When strife produces strangers. Nicely written, Marisela!
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thank you dear Susi xoxo
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You’re welcome! 🙂
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