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Don't ******* write about me No, neither for me Because there is nothing worse Nothing so utterly despicable Than the words Of an infatuated man. You are not Yeats, I am not Gonne. And I like to think That Laura never died But rather escaped From Petrach's lines. Do not treat what I tell you As some great epiphany As anything other Than the words of a fellow idiot. All I want Is to rest Without Being called A ******* muse Some fuel For your abhorrent Creations That is not me. You are not Yeats. But I am gone.
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Jun 11, 2012
Jun 11, 2012 at 5:40 AM UTC
Rest.
Don't ******* write about me No, neither for me Because there is nothing worse Nothing so utterly despicable Than the words Of an infatuated man. You are not Yeats, I am not Gonne. And I like to think That Laura never died But rather escaped From Petrach's lines. Do not treat what I tell you As some great epiphany As anything other Than the words of a fellow idiot. All I want Is to rest Without Being called A ******* muse Some fuel For your abhorrent Creations That is not me. You are not Yeats. But I am gone.
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Jun 11, 2012
Jun 11, 2012 at 5:40 AM UTC
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