A poetic exploration on romantic longing, emotional stasis, and the way we protect love by housing it inside ourselves when it can’t survive in the real world.
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The Southern Belle.
(A lone voice whispers)
There's a room inside my head all white. The purest color you've ever seen.
All white walls and ceilings—with fields of never-ending green.
Playing on loop is some deep southern blues.
While I wait for you.
The firewoman who once said, “Well, bless your heart.”
Whenever we fell apart.
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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