things were said... when stuff was meant...
when i wasn't sold... over the pavement... on a single cent!
the back of a rusty nickel.. the silhouette of a broken bulb
the trash at the base of bin... or the empty within...
were each worth a little more... way back in yore!
when i was worth a few inches more... at least in your eyes :)
now the slow dance and romance
is only a farcical disenchant..
to the story of my life
good times!
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