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By Stephen Date: 2002 Oct 27 Comment on this Work [[2002.10.27.04.34.11234]] |
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I left the light on at the door. And forgot how happy things used to be. There were times such as thus; they gave me hope, but neither tries succeed. I was romantically unasserted to people out my door. They take my mistakes, play it caricature, And pilfer down rewards. Yet I hurt more or less when your times revisit me; about sweet things said, implying low standards, like passive misery. I think: "there will never be one quite such as thee, I'm lost without you, I'll never be whole without you. So don't you see? Hard enough finding a person who loves me; a perfect one like you, a person of qualities. And with botchery that makes one rare as you ever so sweet to need." I'm alone again this evening, flicking the lights off on trained chore, forgetting how happy I used to be embracing you by the door. |