he said
"i'm not supposed to be here"
over and over and
it was true,
in the end
nothing i could do would make her happy
nothing she would do could me me happy
very zen
don't none of you know me
you don't know me at all
don't none of you love me
regardless last fall
it's what she feels is nothing
it's what she says is unspeakable
i'm gonna bake my sheet music, woman,
in an american pie
okay, well, perhaps that's just
a bit beyond the boundaries that you
spoke of
2009-05-17
not supposed to be
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