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not life
just the town

in its scale model glory
a whistlestop

where every joke has
a punchline

and business is finished
on the day it's initiated

and nothing dangles
like a pesky past participle

Whit Howland © 2020
Abstract absurdism.
E39
He lay emotionless
As she stares at him
She asked what's wrong
He was hurt emotionally
Dealing with a broken heart
She played with his mind
He smiled hiding his pain
Lust mistaken for love
He asked her out
She said not right now
A week later with someone new
What he wanted for them
She gave to someone else
I held the moon

And knew immortality

I traded all my unforsaken days

To move within the eternal orbit of her night

To eclipse death

Yet here then the gap narrowed
Slave of briers courts
regal, purple, velvet robe
Picture perfect rose
The Black Prince is a beautiful rose
E40
Flirting with the taboo line
What if this happen
Or could've ended differently
Took an alternative routine
Back at the beginning
Ready to finish those loose ends
Over all the distractions
All the setback being set up to fail
Trying to get back on track
Always thinking about it
Hard to forget done living with regret
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