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Abuse the nonsense.
Mindless
December 20, 2011
My poetry is so not exciting.
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With my restless mind I lie abed,
To garner our dreams of the forthcoming.
The image of thee, my beloved,
Stains the precious hours never mind-numbing.
Thou travel through time, scant of warnings,
Heedless of my drowning bosom.
Still I linger, waiting—hurting;
Deluging with tears where my love is from.
I gasp for breath when thou forsake me,
For I feel throttled by thee in my own place!
Desperately, I grip my sanity
And attempt to patch up my broken pace.
The marks of thy hand on my poor neck,
They vanish as months drift away.
But before that final tormenting speck,
Thou return to tarnish my naïveté.
Thou clever, merciless redhead;
To whom I am indelibly entwined,
If I should undergo this bloodshed,
Rest assured my love will remain thine.
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