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Feb 2013
What did I want to say?
Carbons strung together
But not quite sticking
Quick enough
to make a sentence.
Describing how you fooled me
Trapped me
Took me
Showed me
Exactly what a boy like you
Could give
what a boy like you
Could conjure
Conjole
Console
Could take
Break
Leave
Run from,
Right as the carbons
Stuck together
Into one solemn sentence:
I will always care about you
And you will never care about anything.
Ann Beaver
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