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"please don't bother me"
she said at the end
of her message, and my worrying,
and my weekend.
i never meant to do any harm,
things (just seem to) fall apart.
my job, (secure) my friend,
(expect) my act, (more lies) my plans-
no matter, my trust and my heart
fell apart a long time ago.
there is (a) piece... in this
in the beginning, it was good.
she was good, we were
at the zenith of the weekend.
mind's on one, talking about another,
seeing her! and sitting across
from the one i wanted to be with-
that night-
she said i'd find her for sure.
because she was out there somewhere