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Dead'Bed LoveSong Confession for february 14th
ohappy 14th of february to
'my rich Future' of lovers/wives/
para
mours of
every i l k........
MyHeart
bleeds
[w]hole hearted
for past
promise
con'ceptions
of for ever,
ever more,
& all'a the sweet lovemelodies that might'a came
o u t of my broken horn wit
the spittle, wit the blood,
wit the cum
of a truly
nice guy
who was/is just too fckn lazy (for his'own, or anyone's Good)
It
was-so-sweet-while-It-lasted / a century of unsullied
solitude proves
to drive home
the point(ed tip)
of whatever
l o v e might've maybe seemed
to be,
( wit a paradoxymoronic 'nevertheless' )
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