of a memory
where I once thought
was my enemy
From it I bought
bitter misery
but if lessons caught;
serendipity
A slip of tongue
beckons apology
What if the root of wrong
is my personality
What if every song I sing
makes you angry
Let every longing for you
bid me apathy
Let the love I gave
to you love me
Let the time I've wasted
be redeemed
Until we have grown
and perhaps mature
This parting we will own
quite long a tenure.
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