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A Love Poem Gone All Soul Coughing

April 8, 2013

sometimes when i think of you
nothing comes to mind

i don’t remember the good times gone bad
i’ve forgotten the bad times done right
i think

i don’t recall your birthday
and if i did
i’d give you last years gift

whatever that was

my memories of you
cut clean
elevators to the mezzanine
and it’s on


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