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Mar 2019
Do you remember when we were both sixteen?
I'm slamming into thirty, a ship of dreams.
I heard once, somewhere, dream is destiny.

Do you remember when we were both sixteen?
Marijuana, and music videos on the big screen.
I'm alive by loose terms, I should finish it.

Do you remember when we were both sixteen?
I hurt you and spurned you despite your love.
That trend is now a running joke, long past its wit.
Complex patterns design to fit the searching eye,
sought fervently enough by the desperate heart.

From what I've seen of myself,
it seems you get what you give,
it seems you get what you deserve.
If after so long to work, I toil,
and that's my best, I'm unimpressed.

If a lesson is to live despite yourself,
If a lesson is to live to spite yourself,
Consider me among the elite competitors.
A Simillacrum
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