Can’t say the right thing As Curt or as Doof I don’t have the answers So I just stand aloof You don’t want my sympathy Nor a cynical bluff Whatever you do need I haven’t enough My wit unamusing My worry too vague You won’t give a name to Those things that do plague Won’t… Curt or Doof

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Not finished, but i sense a dead end 🙂

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Not for you did I arrive My arms open ready to embrace My smile warm and caring Lies hidden beneath practised eyes No, for you it was not My embrace was theirs, projected To silence… Not For You

I don’t update as much as I used to, but this one is from around february

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Big changes in effect right now. You might say I saw the light on a few dark matters.

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Just a little SMS poem which broke the rules and became two messages instead of one [sigh] Soon, one day, I’ll get good at fitting them in!