yeah, you may become a star
And enthrall thousands of people
and make everyone who meets you laugh.
But you won't be loved.
No one can love that shape, that width
Silly boy...go on.
Make a name
a stand
it won't do any harm
But it won't do any good

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Happiness will forever elude me.

Truth can only be tragic.

Sigh...

it appears things do not gestate over 33 months.

Not at all.

Obligations do not breed.

Goodnight. Goodnight.

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Do not cheapen love around me
Do not betray its name
       With cool lips
        And fingertips
And drunken bouts of shame

Do not grope for words
(Amongst other parts as well)
      With heated hands
       In the grandstands
Bastardizations conjured from hell

Do not marr it with effigy
On your lonely scraped raw tongue
      Frills and lace
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You strike such a contrived Victorian pose
(And it's the most irritating pose I know)
Your prose--!
No offense, makes me ill!
Come on, now, friend. It has all been done
The field of love has been
covered.
'Bedecked in flowers' as you would say
It has gone out of fashion
just like telegrams and God

You know, as well as I
This all comes down to

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