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Dec 2024
When I owned the moon,
love songs made me swoon,
and birds rejoiced in magic,
but I dropped the ball,
a fumbl-
            ing

            fall.
Now all they sing is tragic.
Reworked heartache from youth's journal. Thanks to those who liked the previous version of this one. I made an effort to improve the rhythm and richness, while retaining what I hope is a charming simplicity (and opting to keep the cliche, because I think it’s punny.) And who doesn’t love some illustrative formatting?
Devin Johns
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Devin Johns  49/M/USA
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