SONG

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ABSTRACT POEMS

SONG
An itch you can't scratch.
You can't make the match.
A match you can't make.
It really gives you an ache.
A match you can't make.
You know, a long time it'll take.
A tune. You hope it ends soon.
It replays and replays in your mind.
The title, you can't find.
It replays in your mind, the title you can't find.
tip of the tongue. like you a bee has stung

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