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What I wrote ten seconds ago

I no longer believe.

What I said ten years ago

Is no longer true.

I no longer love you.

I furnished maps and plans

For my mind and planned to build

Here. This poem had pretty fans,

Fancy perfumes—which gray rhetoric killed.

I had to make the poem end

With a sad note, since life

Ends sadly, unless, unless… it bend

Down in love

To child, dignity, wife.

I could not bring myself to make

Life sad. The fans were pretty. We swam in the sexy lake.


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