Whisper

So you’ll remember me tomorrow:
I’ll be in the drink you raise to your lips.
I’ll be the stain on your hands you can’t expunge.
I’ll be the lump in your throat hard to swallow.
I’ll be the fire in your heart you can’t put out.
I’ll be the whisper in your ear.

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Author: Emma Beane

"My history is still one of those mysteries I struggle with every day..." - [ebeane] ... All original works Copyright Emma Beane

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