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 Jan 2020 Michael Marro
Emily
I always thought we were the perfect match.
But matches are meant
                                   to ignite
                                         and burn out.
Its a given that eventually I'll mess up,
beside all the misery, I'll always fill your cup.

But,

I'm afraid to rupture your fragile heart
It frightens me that your love would someday depart
forever in love
~F
 Jan 2020 Michael Marro
Wilbur
Left
 Jan 2020 Michael Marro
Wilbur
She left me here to die alone
She left me here alone
She left without me...
Pencils
  And papers
    And fancy erasers

Rubberbands
  And soda cans
    And ratty old pairs of Vans

This and that
  Or 'maybe' something
    Equaling all sorts of nothing

And then I met Winona Ryder...
Thank you for the poem title Morrissey.
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