Geometry

An innocent sophomore boy
Wore your cologne today
How quick the kindling is set
And the flint struck
How small the space between
The fire and the light
How easily the present is corrupted by a memory

Forgive me first love
But you will forever
Be a weed in
The garden of my heart





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