lost love cliché

it wasn’t the quill’s fault,
ever.

the quill would have obeyed its owner,
about not touching the words –
inked butterflies
longing to flow their evanescence
into the wrong ether…

such sweet disaster though,
the owner lacked the pretext
for praying for
selective amnesia

© Liliana Negoi

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