Dansem Pie
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Dansem Pie, once, had a lovely thumbdrive.
One of a purple bunny, from what I could derive.
He used its metallic neck to store all of his poetry,
Romance, and only romance, as dry as it could be.
Though, in the Pie family, was Lana who was dank,
Aggressive, impudent, and a heart that was blank.
She awaited; Yearned for something to fill the noir,
And thus the day came, accompanied with a guitar.
Dansem Pie had just composed a song,
One filled with strings and drums crashing strong.
She felt the music, and closed her eyes to hear,
The beat of her heart and the drums syncing near.
She begged for her brother to play it once more,
And when it was done, another encore.
Filled with languor Dansem laid down a card,
To give her the thumbdrive in that backyard.
No longer was her life void with black,
as Lana played the song sitting on the shack,
And every day, without fail, one would see
Lana and that same song, blaring as loud as can be.
But Dansem was unhappy - He was very sad,
His beloved thumbdrive's absence driving him mad.
All of his stories and poems, you see,
Were in that disk drive, with no other copy.
Dansem sobbed hard in hidden silence,
As he finally realized, in that instance;
It was when one had lost will one truly understand
How life, without another, is utterly... bland...
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