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You’re like a sad song in the middle of the happiest
  playlist,
I could have made,
the tunes they blend into a symphony
Of sweet Nostalgia,
until your song plays jarringly.
A song that has rendered me to the will
Of a poet’s apex, for the words
they bleed
when one’s soul
wilts.
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You give up never
       you are already a winner!
Listen to your mind
  at least in part
  but more importantly
  trust your heart
I care little for the intelligent
    most are arrogant
The most interesting people to watch are the quite ones who are silent yet can be heard for miles...
a glimpse of
what might have been:
the candle
and the blow

pacing the floor
mind filled with nighthawks
stomach with bitter pills

snow on the window sill
--the long winter
of our love

it comes out of the blue
like dead reckoning

thoughts of us
unfinished

a hand withdrawn
the final wager on goodbye
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