I know you want to
lose your silly pride
turn your back, you'll see me smile
you read me every night
my words have turned into a balsam
or source of torment
completly self applied
with any regard
from good or wrong
come back to me
lets shake hands
forget the past
be mine platonically
be my knight.
Such a laugh
for a bloody minded guy
no poem or rhyme
could make you turn your back.
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