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Old Poetry (Pre-2002) Drive
empty road…
hello, my dear old friend,
it’s just you and I today.
lead me to oblivion,
leave behind the loneliness
that sticks to my skin like a ghost.
breathe the heat like life,
singe my virgin lungs.
pretend that my absence
won’t go unnoticed.
listen closely,
you’ll hear her say,
“...fly faster sweet butterfly”
begin my sordid love affair
with the wind,
curls tango in its teasing breath
and laugh mockingly in my ear,
for even they have a lover…
and just when I decide
to never return,
she says to me,
“...fly home lonely butterfly”
…no one can pretend forever.
