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I kept thinking about

the things that gone past

along the busy rustle

of life moving on.

Changes that ignites on

fueled with desire

though I am rooted

my mind is growing

with anticipation and dreams.

I was thinking about

you and your

manly physique.

You were never smart

You were never

the good-looking guy

You were someone

easily deplored

You have no existence

You don't belong

And you lived in your own

set of paradise

with fucked-up ways

You were tender loving

sugar-coated lies

with a flesh.

I would be thinking

of a life without you

without me thinking,

yearning for the thrill

the impossible brings.

17-October-2013