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Wayfarer
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twice now
we've traced these
roughshod desire paths
the blame is mine
this lonely wayfarer
can't help but to
get lost on purpose
we've traced these
roughshod desire paths
the blame is mine
this lonely wayfarer
can't help but to
get lost on purpose
I wan't to know all of the ribs in your cage.
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-Every girl here is named after a flower. Why is yours so plain?
-The flowers here can hardly be called flowers. Real flowers bloom in the wilderness.
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In retrospect, it occurs to me that this piece could be about "unfaithfulness." That wasn't really my intent, but, hey, it's your poem now.
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-Every girl here is named after a flower. Why is yours so plain?
-The flowers here can hardly be called flowers. Real flowers bloom in the wilderness.
--
In retrospect, it occurs to me that this piece could be about "unfaithfulness." That wasn't really my intent, but, hey, it's your poem now.
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