A shared laugh and darting look
A little too close for friends
But what comfort it commends
In that simple look we took
I don't want for this to end
But a flashy faint bleach smell
Captures and our hearts make swell
And so he goes to, my heart, rend
I can simply not compete
With or for either of them
For they make such a fine gem
So my passion is defeat
They both have caught my eye
Sadly I am a fly
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Assorted Poetic Musings and Ramblings
PoetryA compendium of my poems. I just needed to put it out here at this point. It's less for you, the reader, as it is for me to know its out here. These poems are not for the faint of heart, mostly because they're bad enough to kill, but also because...
