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Written December 27th, 2001
He has come.
Not expecting the wretch,
I pushed him back towards the door.
Remembering myself, I pulled him back in,
swallowing sour pride, and embracing him,
though I wanted him no more,
and wished his coat to fetch.
And then some
thoughts of one yesterday
came tumbling into whimsy's view.
It's erratic that only one sun past,
I would have died to feel his approach,
yet now, the topic's so sudden broach
causes craving for solitary fast.
Though longed for, anxiously, ‘tis true,
he simply cannot stay.
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