Last the blood I thought was hope
looping round my thoughts like blood.
Last night, your gift flew from the cupboard.
Sounds like suck but I loved you,
honestly plus kisses thrice.
Alas, the dice went all wrong,
now I sing this silly song.
Silly song is stupid till it
meets you and your new found love.
Is New found land in New Zealand
or far away as Romania?
Had a dream you were married
with your new found man.
Inside every thought there is
siding very terrible thoughts.
I wake up. Go to my computer ...
Feeling really really old.
Hope your house is good wherever
you settle and some and such.
You were cool but are no longer
my concern.
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