a poem from that time i was obsessed with yinn yii

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July 23, 2015 by Wayne.

so what does it mean

a swollen goat lies by the rail –
but you don’t count that far ahead
but i knew even then

i thought the sun that rose to your eyes
i thought even that would halt


so the thought of you is like
mongeese dancing to the rhythm of raindrops
to make something of lasting beauty
and we mean less every time we try
to explain what we mean
or maybe i should have just
said sorry though by now
i know it doesn’t work that way
so you’re like any instagram bitch then

it’s only a rehearsal

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