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Brooklyn Boy

I remember a Boy from Brookyln;

He was my first delusion.

Since our nights of arbitrary conversation,

The Years have thrown themselves away

How lovely and young my girlish heart;

How heavy it beat at the thought

But it was an illusion that I had

not realized; it was boredom

that manifested into emotion

The last time we exchanged words

He was drunk and I had wrapped

myself in a blanket of benzos

I suppose that I was a mere triumph of ego

(this reduction is a common one)

I was marred by naivete.

I think of times with him

Before the sun becomes

a furious heat

what love I had

left me lonely long ago


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