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i guess I’m sorry 

i guess i stuck around too long 

waiting for your eyes to look like floodlights 

thinking they could bring me home

 

and i know it kills you, 

i know it kills you being sixteen 

out of place and cigarettes

with all these strangers in the backseat 

that you almost call your friends

 

pining for the broken sky

you hold it up alone at night

star stained pepsi cola smile 

soundtracked to the 1975

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©15 August 2014 - 6:50pm — absolem
11 August 2020 - 11:46am — J-C4113D
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The intense poignanct of this

The intense poignanct of this poem is beyond my poor words to describe.

J-Called

15 August 2014 - 10:31pm — 9inety
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I must

say that you wrote this forty years too late for me,

i guess it is like they say,

"better late than never"

 

your words bite with a rendezvous ala Déjà vu

for me

 

needless to say this goes into THE WORLDS BEST POETRY COPYRIGHT 1904

Peace

Dylan

"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"

Dylan Eliot

15 August 2014 - 10:35pm — absolem
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im flattered thank you always 

15 August 2014 - 9:18pm — allets
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Can't Let...

this one go by without saying, EXTRA ORDINARY write. Glad I found you today - "...I know it kills you being sixteen/out of place and cigarettes..." nice.  Clear - Just Bein' Stella

 

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15 August 2014 - 10:06pm — absolem
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why thank you very very much, it means a lot