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My yesteryear amour,
Remember our subway rendezvous?
We were star-crossed lovers at best,
Deft stargazers at twinkling irises,
Exchanging drugless amphetamine rushes
Through ephemeral artistic touches,
And gazes of flower yearning for sun –
More illegal than unpaid internships.
We were one.
My yesteryear amour,
Remember the time of shattered sight?
We became enemies to the dawn of day,
Broken angels without a saving grace
As relations became a vile whorl
With tension like a spring recoiled;
Our love – estranged – like a hit-and-run
From the departed morning train.
Je suis désolé.
We are none.
Remember our subway rendezvous?
We were star-crossed lovers at best,
Deft stargazers at twinkling irises,
Exchanging drugless amphetamine rushes
Through ephemeral artistic touches,
And gazes of flower yearning for sun –
More illegal than unpaid internships.
We were one.
My yesteryear amour,
Remember the time of shattered sight?
We became enemies to the dawn of day,
Broken angels without a saving grace
As relations became a vile whorl
With tension like a spring recoiled;
Our love – estranged – like a hit-and-run
From the departed morning train.
Je suis désolé.
We are none.
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