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Whispering PrufrockLet's delay for drinks that swish to best match the mood To best suit the dish and amazing Talk with the candles all blazing, gold plated; The sensation received and reciprocated. Imagine things were always this good That in dating we never felt so dated Imagine my words were spotless in phrasing And we'd make our exit, arm and arm, Forgetting the last of our food.Whispering Prufrock
We'd pass in snowy summer streets dancing Sideways to the sound of rubber bands Orchestrated like explosions In the key of rain, skyward glancing Our mouths so keen to catch the breeze That t
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MemoirsCan you remember the day in the rain?Memoirs
The wind sang in whistles all while whispering to the leaves Who followed behind the thought of your hand in mine With curious eyes pulling closed the curtains if we spied Such infidelities.
It was the dust of Winter, the hints of Spring And the trees had entered, dressed in ribbons of green Yet still pale next to your eyes And the trees had entered, making us their guest Yet pretending we weren’t there Yet pretending they didn’t care
It was a mystery with no witnesses, no evidence No clear intent, an ho
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On the Day of Release“But at my back I always hear, Time’s winged chariot hurrying near And yonder all before us lie, deserts of vast eternity.” - It was on a midnight Saturday The apex of the Summer, the breadth of July The last welcome coming of age Long and far I’ve wandered through life Short and still short though have I lived And somewhere within the take and give I begin to question, have I lived And do I even know what that means? In death shall we meet life, just as in life we meet death? And I, still sitting in a high chair called youth, called bliss, called ignoOn the Day of Release
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CardsOur hands are raisedCards
Sheltering our opponent’s eyes from temptation And carefully we weigh the probabilities
Each move worth our weight in chips Picked for the seeds we sew
Quick to throw away our hearts Waste away on our sets of diamonds Misuse the clubs our friendship builds For the curling the spades of gain
We seem to play an all-in game Putting in the least all we can muster How indifferent repetition grinds us In the distance from pot to pot til
Our voices hoarse and hands are cramped Still wagering forced as mules Watching su
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