Ghosts Of Old Lovers
We were in
My home town
Walking past the spot
Where we used
To meet
We had our arms
Around each other
And were talking
As if we were friends
And not lovers
Or old lovers
My thighs
Rubbed against
Her thighs
She did not seem
To mind
She just carried on
Adding to our
Conversation
Smiling and laughing
It had not been
This way before
We were now friends
The pain we both
Suffered
Was dead
A Magnetto Influence Poem
We were in
My home town
Walking past the spot
Where we used
To meet
We had our arms
Around each other
And were talking
As if we were friends
And not lovers
Or old lovers
My thighs
Rubbed against
Her thighs
She did not seem
To mind
She just carried on
Adding to our
Conversation
Smiling and laughing
It had not been
This way before
We were now friends
The pain we both
Suffered
Was dead
A Magnetto Influence Poem
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