Dotted Love

Poem By Stephanie Apila

It's either affection or resentment
Do you call this love?
The one which isn't clear!
Your love is only full of
Exclamations and
Dashes and
Comas
With frequent stop overs
Your actions are unpredictable
Engulfed in decimal points
Is it love or resentment?
Aid me decipher.
STEPHANIE APILA

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