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Aim for the stars

Publicerad 2016-07-02 10:37:53 i Allmänt, English, poesi, poetry,

Those who love me I don’t love back
at least not in the way they desire me
no, I head down every hopeless track
stop to bark if I see a wrong tree

My friend suggested I did it intentionally
and asked what would happen if a wrong tree I met
suddenly barked back quite committedly
- I’d probably run, but that hasn’t happened yet

The fact of the matter is historically there:
hopeless are all obsessions that I hoard
cause to me commitment is another word for fear
so I fall for the taken, the gay and those abroad


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