At the official dissolution of us
she inquired politely
in a tone quite melancholy
since we were now
officially "just friends" again
where we went wrong
and what did become
of our once great relationship
she inquired politely
in a tone quite melancholy
since we were now
officially "just friends" again
where we went wrong
and what did become
of our once great relationship
As the Dylan poem proclaims:
"The answer my friend
is blowing in the wind"
Untied things
of insecure means
lacking in substance
and gravitas
are prone to blow away
when the weather goes stormy

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