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adieu
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Hyacinth garden to you,
once I seemed to be a great gift,
that was your quasi love
before our rift
adieu
time moves on memories ridicule and berate
now I am no more than wrapping paper in the crates
a misfit, a bohemian aesthete, a wandering ghost
nevertheless, as a poem, I oblige more than ideas
like virtue, trust, devotion, and sated peacefulness that fills with bliss
as I enter the eternal exodus of essence
all this you will miss
along with my sweet tender, kiss
