It's happening again.
I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE
(me be)!
But yet
(again)!
I have to find solace in my
electronic ink and passive memories.
Eh, fuck off.
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Then wear the gold hat, if that will move her; If you can bounce high, bounce for her too, Till she cry “Lover, gold-hatted, high-bouncing lover, I must have you!” THOMAS PARKE D’INVILLIERS.
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- Charmaine
- disclaimer:
What was written in the past
can last,
but the feelings that were felt
can melt;
and they dissolve into space
and chase
other places, other times
and rhymes.
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