The Perfect Vengeance Is Suicide
The blood spilled on the page
Unforgiving with stale stains
Of blazing vengeance, betrayal
And overweening pride
But amends fell in a vertical line
A taut brawl for the sake of memories
And rue lingers with your zephyr breath
And never will I commit to the same mistakes
Back to the glassine veneer, I meander
Hoping that these last words
Is suffice for you to remember
That you will always be
A great part of me
Let's not ruin
The end of it.
poem by Norman Santos
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