a poem
i should feel it, no?
the weight off my shoulders, i mean.
i mean, i gave the crown back.
unlearned you name.
tore out your page in the phone book.
so, i should feel it, no?
the target off my back, i mean.
i mean, i heard the shackles hit the floor-
along side all the memories of us,
and our lovers too.
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