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Jul 2013
There consisted of no goodbye, only footsteps that hurt more with every stride.
Our last conversation ended with a sigh and absolutely no understanding of why
This comedy stood an excellent chance, but halfway through, we changed the dance
The horse lost her dainty prance; the cowboy didn’t remember his fighting stance.
Ballet crumbled into a mixture of stumbles; the poor boy forgot how to be humble.
An attempt to rebuild the township crumbled; while the neighbor’s boy mumbled
Something about the nearby dock story: the ship is our only escape, oh her beauty
We climbed aboard, but she had her holes prematurely; you whispered furtively
To the ***** dog begging at the chef’s door; the dancer switched roles with the *****
You started acting like you could be the age of four: needy and hanging around more
A fortune teller said one day I would be free and that one day I’d understand and see
How you’ve recently been acting so desperately in favor of maybe ending up with me
I don’t know if I’ll ever reciprocate with the same amount of affection you show every day
Maybe it’s better this way, so I decided that, today; I think I’ll just watch you walk away

Instead of stopping you.
Cassandra Cane
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