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  • Writer's pictureSimon Templar

The Plight of Predestination







And then I suddenly can remember 1999 no heat cold empty November


Warm legs thigh breakfast entangled That soft body love eyes wrangled


Books & coffee shops 1990s trendsetter Paul Van Dyk raver kids Ecstasy Wetter


So young, so vivid, the Colonel's daughter I chased her even with her shoulders broader


Always pass them up just shy or a sole coward Too moral for my own good lonely overpowered


Losing my time before finding again that one Breath down my chest and fingertips again run


Sunday church and late night cookie naughty spell Give me back that innocence not this intellectual hell


4 AM drives to random parties and corn field stars Driving fast window down free from thoughtful bars


Those true eyes not like this long painful negotiation I wasted my life on the illusion of my predestination

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