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Mojo Memoir
I'd heard what she said
but I hadn't the sense
to proceed with a word
of doubt to deceive her.
Exchanged as it was,
the talking collapses -
tasting of fallen,
rotting distraction.
And it lead to the shaken;
the loose and bred gloom,
and days that grew longer,
grew twice as warm, too.
Yet I thought of them as
times of great change,
decided by me and
the terms I ordained.
The state of things stable,
with ordered affairs,
I spent a small salary
and enjoyed my time there.
Which brings us to present,
my speaking in verse:
which constantly bleed
from bright to bleak curse.
With head on a tilt,
I'll remember her face;
despite the poor state
of our final exchange.
