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Exactly what is it
that makes me long this bad.
Trying to convince my friends
(Without success)
that enough of you ive had.
Though i lie to myself,
You were never just a fad
I wanted you
not much as changed
except exactly just how sad
giving up makes me feel
that small fire of hope
refuses to burn out,
wants to grow just a tad
but we wont let it
i wont let it.
just remember what we had
forget what could have been
as long as we loved
just let us be glad

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Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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Frankee’s Poems (7)

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