Fresh Hell

I didn’t do any inking or writing today! Instead I bought a lot of food and brought it to my sister for her birthday.

Here’s an old, old poem. Back when rhyming came more naturally to me.

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You’re always so distant

You’ve left me behind

I perceive I’m still there

In the back of your mind

I’ll be patiently latently waiting for you

To see how you’ve gone down now — just one where were two.

When you start to look back

Will you start when you see

Right behind, looking back at you, silently — me?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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