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Thursday, 29 December 2016

[Poem] The Eroding Years

The amorous thoughts
Remind me of ironies;
Of childhood memories
So blithe, and vague,
And the years that eroded
In between the lines.

And look at you now,
All muscles, in that M convertible
So white, I'd love a ride;
And all the what-ifs
Filled up the spaces
In which you could've been mine.

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