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Tuesday, 7 February 2017

[Poem] Old Times' Sake

"For old times' sake" 

Is the dirtiest, single 
Word in my dictionary, 
Tainted by your memory.  

You played your part, 
With crafted effort; 
And cast me a role, 
I had no control. 

But darling, don't you see 
In every game 
Played, there is a death, 
Waving about like a sheath. 

In stories untold, 
And lifetimes yet to unfold; 
I had you in mind, 
Until you are mine.

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