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| past lost lies, by f.k.omm |
it’s an old poem i wrote back in the day.
it is an octet and goes like this:
. . . i have spent my day procrastinating
each hour postponing the next, so sad
to be without the love i want so bad
as my past lost lies, insinuating
each one into my soul, driving me mad
with lust to be once again without lust
to lose you, let you go with timeless trust,
the best i had, or ever dreamed i had . . .
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“Timeless trust” is good. “Past lost lies” nicely duplicitous and “insinuating each one into my soul” quite obtuse.
I suspect you’ve cheated a bit with this one in labelling it ‘teenage angst’. The level of crafted vagueness is beyond such, which generally spills its blood with much less discriminate subtly.
i was a shy teen!
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