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Why did his lost love Find the shoeshine And not the moonshine As she polished his walk With closure Her tongue ragging his soul Their arch His boot His foot in the grave Those lost steps are so unkind We're they not a pair The fabric of their souls One lace short of an eyelet Two insteps short of a dance Then ... her kiss of wax goodbye The ***** and spam The breaking of a dam He often looks back At the years Thirty four unanswered prayers   At the abyss, the black The knife in his back The foreclosure With no procurement His mind playing no tricks To her, it was just for kicks She, twirling in defeat The moon, the stars absent Forever, the lingering pain His step in time elongated Logan Robertson 10/29/2019
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Oct 29, 2019
Oct 29, 2019 at 5:29 AM UTC
It Was Back In The Fall Of 1985
Why did his lost love Find the shoeshine And not the moonshine As she polished his walk With closure Her tongue ragging his soul Their arch His boot His foot in the grave Those lost steps are so unkind We're they not a pair The fabric of their souls One lace short of an eyelet Two insteps short of a dance Then ... her kiss of wax goodbye The ***** and spam The breaking of a dam He often looks back At the years Thirty four unanswered prayers   At the abyss, the black The knife in his back The foreclosure With no procurement His mind playing no tricks To her, it was just for kicks She, twirling in defeat The moon, the stars absent Forever, the lingering pain His step in time elongated Logan Robertson 10/29/2019
She wanted marriage unconventional. And when those words reached his ears it broke his heart. He conceeded the seesaw but not the swings.
#lostlove#breakup
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Anchorage
Oct 29, 2019
Oct 29, 2019 at 5:29 AM UTC
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