Sunshine streaming dust
Blake would have said it better
but the ice cream is all gone
and the tears are all finished
I dislike our presence in the library
I dislike your presence in my memory
boots are scuffed and muddy
sleeves are soggy and wet
the tea went cold
I dislike your presence in the kitchen
I dislike your presence in my memory
The milk is off
thick,vile and yellow
much like the protection of your heart
get out wild beast
lead your trail of rotting nostalgia somewhere else.
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