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Peering out the window
Footsteps in the yard
Not you again!
Third time this week
More flowers than before
Can’t you see?
I want you to burn
Behind my back
Affairs a plenty
Whispers abound
Me not knowing
Anguish, humiliation,
They rule my waking hours
Night comes and so do you
Flowers, chocolates,
Litter my doorstep
Can’t you see?
I want them burn
Trying to win me back?
Two weeks and nothing to show for
Dense you are
Bricks for brains
A black hole of morals
Two weeks, 14 days
Instead of longing
Disgust, for the trash you are
Rocks at my window
Serenades from down below
You wrote the book
On romantic clichés
Sick of this by day two
Can’t you see?
I want you to burn
Based on the experiences of a friend...
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A Journey Into Moogleness
Exactly whats the title says. Poetry, short stories, randomness, all for your pleasure. Enjoy!
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