It may be you that
I seek, yet it is
your voice that
keeps me yearning,
Alas, I wish never to
run into you, for if I did,
I'd fear you'd disdain me
like grits on burnt toast -
but ironically, no less
tasteful --
Funny,
I'd thought that
it'd be much easier
to say hello, yet I
already start with
goodbye...
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