Trying to take yesterday back.

Trying to take yesterday
Back.
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Sorry dear, ...

but the Roses
and Candy scent
Of you

Let's me know

Our Mouth
Spews Rot that
Grows

upon A
 Self-same
Dying
Soul.

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Yet we kiss
anyway.

The ironic
Way..

to

temporarily
transfer our
Hate,

and

Forget the
Beast

called
Yesterday.

(who's visage
Likens Fate. )

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I gave you a bouquet
Of
Forget Me Flowers.

So,

How could you
Remember?

Being Haunted by
The
Lonesome Hours.

Those limbs
that time cannot
Dismember!

(though you kept
Me Always in Your
Powers.)

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We promise forever
Most

when we know
Our Love

Shall Come to
Pass.

and what
Is
Life

but a Lonesome
Ghost!

(Trying to take
Yesterday
Back.)

J.s.h.