Last Thing to Indulge
Written a while back, but decide to publish this poem today. So, indulge!
What do you see?
A joker on the prowl
Tell me
How is this working for you?
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Is it far you see?
A telescope on a dope
Tell me
Do I make you smile
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What do you know?
Clairvoyant magnificence
How sure is it?
Like rolling the dice
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Why?
Melancholy infused
Do you flow on the go?
I want to go?
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Where are you?
Venus ruled by Mars
Take my soul with you
How far is it?
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Tell me
A hot platter on this matter
Why not?
Is it out of the way
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Now I see
Episodes of falling stars
I cannot go
Will you leave?
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You know what?
A clown is better when they frown
I cannot be
I cannot see you go
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Leaving?
Stars crossing broken lovers
Smile at least
So I can see
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Your smile
A shine to kill my void
For it is the last thing
for me to indulge
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By Bazooka Teaches
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