The expresso she holds the cup in releases steam as though reading my past relationships through the ocean of her puppy-dog eyes were in her bed, between thin bedsheets. The aroma of vanilla lifted itself from the coffee through the silence of the stillness of a secluded September evening.
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The Lonely Position of Neutral
PoetryBen's throat cancer has returned. Living a lonely life, he found a woman he loves but finds out she's been unfaithful. Ben starts to think the lonely position of neutral isn't that bad. He writes poems and dialogue narratives. Will Ben survive cance...
