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Feb 2018
I read what you wrote, and I knew I had it coming
They say that someday the first will be last
Nothing goes so nice and orderly
My Love Shall Not Crawl Away

Not quite like that, my oldest friend
Let us talk and kiss once again

I have let you down?
Imagine me, in the snow,
All that hope

Yet all the years of expecting nothing
Taught me how to listen, how to gird myself
Against

You ever breaching this fortress
Of other potential Assassins

But our mothers can't climb this high
I'm ready to strike mine if she dared
Dead 13 years, but that won't stop me
Nothing will, just the thought of you

Forget it.
I ask you, forget us.
If one of us can escape this net
Such strange thing without a name

I want it
I need it
I hope it

Will be you.

~*~


2018
sometimes you have to let the poetry go, even if it isn't right at all. . . .
Written by
Medusa  F/California
(F/California)   
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