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Nov 2018
And then she
Forget it I said, never mind
Alright I said, Finest kind
And that is when the storm came in
So let me try, To begin again

A summers eve, a winters mourn
Does it even matter when one is torn?
Pine and curse at everyday
That’s come to pass since I went away

I’d call you a witch, a demon
A sweet nightmare when I’m not dreaming
A sorter of truths and desires
Building bridges for the love of the fires

Say what you will or don’t
Don’t mind if I do but I won’t
So you see how you’re rather confusing
All while maintaining amusing

This story that never got finished
Never to be replenished
I’ll still think it was what it wasn’t
It’s what a fool does and doesn’t

So bend the light and skew premise
And we’ll just say that it went amiss
So I’ll stand beneath those stars at night
To find and see Andromeda’s light
Written by
Jamison Bell
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