I watched you once; alone, asleep, behind a yellow air. No ancient halls of Rome did speak of beauty like your hair- that fell in spells and drew me down still closer to your mouth. I hold no softer memory of summer in the south.
Busy work to clear the mind Music blaring in each ear Being called a hack Don't care to write back Wrote more than two poems All this hate and reposting Laughed and smiled moved on Must be doing something right Being genuine and true to the heart Not time for wicked and cruel
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