Clown Fish

Don't know what to say. Washed it all away. Documented it somewhere and let it go back where it belongs. I won't regret you. Seems bitter in the light of day. Soft edges removed and true rugged shows its face; not ashamed but rough. He veered out of control and hit me stationary and willing, with open arms. Let it be what it was and walk away.
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Drops of emotion on the page, my ink tears smear the perfection of innocence.