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Alex DeLarge  Nov 2013
notetoself
Alex DeLarge Nov 2013
Dream deferred, seek the best, expect the worst,
Drop a verse, quench the thirst, contain the verbs.
Met a broad that caught my gaze,
Eyes are sharp, the grasp's a craze, just a phase?
Love the laugh, equal math, hope to last,
Prepared to crash, thick skin to absorb the blast.
Take the ride, enjoy the highs, loathe the lows,
Dismiss the blows, welcome the lesson as knowledge grows.
Stand alone while youth is lost within the phone,
Watch the tone, write a poem, feed the dome.

*I stand at arm's length watching your dying silhouette, hoping you'd find a better reason for me to interject// I kind of like it here in the cold remnants of what use to be, reminds me of me//

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