Your house tonight was like the Great Gatsby
The glass of scotch that fell in the fireplace
into the fire
I would have been your house cat
But I was too tired to decide any major decisions
Broken heart is gone
Weeping willows and dandelions in the spring
Entertained and not alone
Cold winter walking through a construction site to the car
wearing a hoodie, like always
my true self
Continue with continuity and the gem is at the end
as promised
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