Coffee & Alex
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It is a pity I had to leave,
without your consent.
How else could I grieve?
Everything I saw in you to conceive
stripped my development.
It is myself I must deceive
that it’s not more than breeze
I need for free thought or merriment.
But the dirt encased on my knees,
is your old squeeze.
You are not under my management,
I did not feel ease,
by fates tease.
I pull huff and heave,
at the baggage bodhisattva sent.
I was never beautiful to please.
We had to leave.
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