now
i know
what I knew
before
but forgot.
Sorry Babe
I strayed
for not too long,
but long enough.
won’t you come whisper
in my ear,
the next Great American novel,
or a fluff-piece,
exposé?
it matters not
just let me know
that you forgive me
and my wandering ways.
aMuse me,
One
Last
Turn.
i need you
to find
me
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