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as the wisefriend thinfaced beauty
of a hundred different ghosts of seasons surround me
I gently discard the shell of your experience
and eat the soft bland fruit inside-
You did not fill me up
you were not even a friend
you only coated my tongue with temporary flavours
and melted in my hands
I only cried for seconds
in the speed of falling sand
No, I’m not saying you wasted my time
It was my time to give away and I gave it
And I’m not saying I didn’t feel for you,
I just don’t feel for you now.



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Jul. 8, 2013 at 5:11 pm:
YESSSSSSSSSSSS. YEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSS. YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. *screams yes so much like Sally in When Harry Met Sally* People should never say I wasted my time with you or You wasted my time, when a relationship is over. Its your time to waste, and you friggin chose to waste it. You are awesome; and this poem defines your friggin awesome-ness. As some of my friends here say "awesome-sauce." Relationships are about satisfying each other; and when the satisfaction is over, so i... (more »)
 
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