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Mar 2017
I wasn't looking and I ignored the passing sign of interest
how could I've been so blind? the brother was so refined,
me and my unconscious mind
I had learned what it felt like to be burned

once I was told that looking for love was overridden and that I should wait,
as if it never existed
now I'm sitting here looking foolish and alone wishing for myself a bone, no more waiting as of today
I am gone stop isolating and start reeling in my bait.
Passing time
Andre Patterson
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Andre Patterson  28/M/NYC
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