Too bad

The bond of the second

that comes amongst an ocean

of irrelevant presence

the smell and the offense

nothing unpleasant to this

let the rest complain

it keeps flashing in my head

all escaped desires gathered

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where again I find you

discover and explore like virgin land

where again I touch you

weep and smile, first faith and last

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I've been the great lover

three good years now, at times better at times worse

at times more of a hater

words traveled their circles

came back over themselves

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empty hands

I stepped back sipped the gin

where again I find where again

only where dead or asleep

a bitter loss

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I never existed

you were for a route

too bad.