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I wear my heart upon my
sleeve
It rots and dies out of water
Just like a real flower.
I should have lain beneath the cloak
Denied all knowledge, laughed it off
But that's beyond my power.
It exploded like a geyser
screaming
Fireworks in November, no hiding this
From the next-door neighbours.
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This
is significant because it's the only half decent poem I've ever written.
I think I wrote it in 1997, after getting sick of writing dodgy parodies
of the teachers (will post, if I ever find). From memory I wrote this
after the object of my affection found out, for sure, that he was the
object of my affection. This is a very very big deal in high school.
Now of course, he works in K-Mart and the only thing he's riding is
a motorcycle. Ha ha ha! Yeah, I'm bitter.
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