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Postcards #19 from self-pity

“- You said you’d love me forever
I knew it was a lie,
and you’d be gone before spring.
Still, I gave in. And now you’re gone.
How shall I continue forward?
I’m your peach. I can’t ripe alone.”

“Move on, my girl,
I have no roots to feed you.
Life’ll bring you
another tree to blossom.”


(I didn’t say it’d be true, did I?)

Honoring our 19th class today. We’re already with simple past tense. It’s f***n intense. “I love this shit.” Close your eyes. In which language do you dream? Do you know?

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