Fade Out

Fade Out

I'm pissed at you...
but then I'm blue
I like you so much.

We never touch,
nor finish conversation.
You're my variation
in phrase turn of time
to pen you a rhyme
conveying nothing.

Fade out, no rhyme...
sharing nostalgia set
by a faded fond bet.
Laurie, who?

Throw this away:
no value as keepsake.

Par Value $0.00001

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