Pine Float, poetry by John Patrick Robbins at
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Pine Float

Pine Float

written by: John Patrick Robbins



Maybe I will call you up when I get that urge, and I need something other than a bottle to satisfy my needs.

And maybe I will pour out that personality so I can make believe I truly care.

We all need something; as to create, I need to be left alone.
So now that we shared a not-so-memorable encounter.

The door is that way; see yourself out.
This space in my chest was vacant from the start.

My thoughts are solely my own.
As the words are to be read, as never was I, my darling.

Truth’s cold as a January snowstorm, tortured souls aren’t always in need of a savior.
There was no good upon this goodbye.

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