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A friend talked of getting a tattoo, and I thought of her,
and her tattoo.

I got fortune cookie and I
thought of her,
"Someone from your past has returned to steal your heart".

I saw a cute girl in the mall and I
thought of her,
hoping she'd come back to reclaim my heart.

I just read The Princess Bride and I
thought of her,
my buttercup.

I saw the boy she dated just before she left and I
thought of her
and how if iw ere like him she'd want me

A co-worker bought "Boots" and I
thought of her
"Let's do the monkey dance".

I can't shake this one no matter what I try.

And she is goner than gone. Never to be seen by me again.






yeah, a lame poem by a lame boy and about his lame crush.

Oh well. I've got journals to catch up on.