Tonight I can steal lines from Neruda
I steal lines from Neruda tonight.
Steal, for instance, that "the night is full of stars"...eerie, distant.
The night wind howls in the darkness.
Damn, who am I kidding? I cannot write the saddst poem of all tonight.
I love doing this, but she does not love me back.
On nights like this, I wish I had Joey and
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