poem

i used to write poems when i was young  ->  the mushy, tacky poems of the heart written for and about the seeming loves of your life.



this morning in bed, something crossed my mind and i found myself unexpectedly blurting out someone's name.  this one's for you, guy:

yours is the name that's on my lips,
the face that's in my head.
you are the torment of my soul,
and the pain that's in my heart...


sad...

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