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Mar 2018
Lately I've been acting like a stranger
But I break character when I face her
She loosens the levees and it overflows
The rush of blood, the gush of older prose
The poetry owes it to the moment we met
A moment for forever, I'll never forget
And I'm growing just to give her more of me
More than a few rings and a handful of loose leaves
Falling like an autumn breeze in an honest peace
Staying true to the fantasy that I'm what you want
Hoping that I'm what you want
A stack of poems for a person for who, as it turns out, doesn't want them. Such is life.
Written by
Lemonhead  23/M/Lincoln, Nebraska
(23/M/Lincoln, Nebraska)   
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