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A Poem.
It's been a little while since I posted anything here. Oui.
Two lines
Two lines on a chart
and neither of them meet, unless
it's a rainy sleepy chance of fate;
a twist of time, a boy like lime
and spite and a girl so strawberry sweet with
a pocket watch world really and oh
what secrets does she keep inside?
You'll never know again now will you? And did
your parents fail you? I make up memories of mine
singing songs to me and wrap them in my purity;
so they never fell apart
to two lines on a chart.
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