wAtching you fRom above aNd underneAth Luv-deaD in youR brain

 
   Waiting on a Friend by the Rolling Stones
My love is blue, my love is dark, my love’s GOLDEN memory of the burning sand under my feet. Whipping my fantasies, you but an alive ghost on the chest, from here I can hear you forget me. Dashing laughs outloud from the heart:”What a fool, what a whore, of [...]

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Why? Why, he… didn’t want to lose a feather

What a lacK now 
Guess he thinks
He’s too much for me!
That’s why…
This is an anti-poem,
VERY self-conscious
If after him there’s still an I ?!

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