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Post it note.

My lady dumped me by post it note,

Folded into a paper boat,

Set alight and set afloat,

Then half eaten by a nanny goat,

I’m not quite sure just what she wrote,

But she tells me, and I quote-unquote,

“You’ve been dumped by post it note.”

Time, the illusion.

Time is not on anyone’s side

just an illusion to mess my mind

we’re all swimming against the tide,

nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

  Can’t take it easy or have a rest,

the very notion, don’t suggest,

for we all have our hills to climb,

can’t do it on someone else’s time.

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I don’t think.

I don’t think about you

I don’t think about me

I don’t think about us

I don’t think we can be

I don’t think we’re a match

I don’t think we’re a pair

I don’t think I can think

I don’t think I could care

I don’t think it is right

I don’t think . . . → Read More: I don’t think.