I never said I would
ever write a poem
about us
writing about love
can’t have been
about us
those poems I never wrote
and never will write
about us
are like the tears
we’ve never shed
as they weren’t
about us
Once I met a quite serious scientist In the underground going east On my way to a tryst in Bayleaf They looked at me with googly eyes And ...
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