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Nov 2012
But please let me try and explain,
O, but a friend we will be,
Companions in the simple,
Desensitized world of,
Fake wood and fluorescence,
We grow distant as do
Sky and waves,
Swelling and spilling,
Into one another.
Please, return back
To the tribute I lay here,
Now is all that matters,
My soul quivers.
Your place is space,
Can only have,
Both of us.
Can’t you see?
Please move back
Next to me
Wack Tastic
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