The Non Trip


You ask to come here

Saying we can  be friends

I knew then it would happen

Weaving your smoke screen

For a moment

You had me

Along came the winds of the past

Only one day did the smoke last

Intuition no longer deterred

My heart will no longer flutter

Not when you touch me

Not when you kiss me

Nor call my name

I now see you for the ass you really are

My lover you will be no more

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