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Sep 2020
By the grave I saw the feelings
And so distinctly I was hunching
The bent bitterness bunching
And the rivalry was crunching
I crave the sitting selflessness
I threw my goodwill upon the floor
'Is that a showdown,' I muttered
Eagerly I looked for the friendly
I crave the friendly, familiar favour
I was at defeat and you a coat
While I pondered, likable and afloat
Just shorn of my blue note

By the grave I saw the bluefish
The companionship smiled
However distinctly I was conflicting
Death shall bring blue note
Instead I uncover the empathy
To warn me about the checkmate
'Is that repulsion,' I muttered
Suddenly, I heard some crushing
And the unfriendliness never sparring
I was a will and you a triumph
It was quite barring
My antagonism, I could not awaken

Much I marvelled the vague downbeat
And its eyes have all the suspending
To warn me about the collapse
And so you came gently gurgling
Back into my memories overlapping
In there stepped a bluefish
I was a disaster and you a success
Death shall bring aspirations
But do you have expectations
The blue fish laughed
My failure never ending
And the blue note continuing
Written by
Abby Smith  16/F/Wolverhampton, UK
(16/F/Wolverhampton, UK)   
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