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No Regrets/No Sweat

Surfing the Waves Life Sprayed Out the Hose


It is delightful,
Seeing your name pass by.
Not because it’s love,
but because the previous is a lie.

It is most phonic,
Seeing your gates open.
Not because your chords are sweet,
but because I didn’t notice.

It is the ergonomics,
Seeing the cubicle in your bosom.
Not because I’d be willing,
but because I can’t consider such an offer.

It is a sunny morning,
Seeing you in my thoughts.
Not because I long for you,
but because I remember your zephyr; now deceased.

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