i
came across some poems for you
of
forest green and ocean blue
you
were the weather in my storm
my
love for you was not performed
except
in dreams to an extreme
i
wake up with remorseful screams
that
my one dream ended abrupt
the
only place i’ve known your touch
goodbye
again will not rescind
or
offer any dividends
apocalypse
me, please and now
i’m
tethered to this fucking tao
of
swans dancing in fisher’s nets
accepting
such without regret
we
compromise the satisfied
until
there’s nothing left to lie
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