C'est la vie
She would please me, I believe, if she
Would stay. She doesn't, having told
Herself that I'm an asshole. There's no
Question that I am, so, though I wished
To bring her near me, I have let her go.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2024-09-18 at 13:22
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