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by Gregory Wilde  /  poetry  /  23 Oct 2007

You were my brain,
I lost you in the rain,
On the side of the road,
W/ a letter in a note,

Phone calls to me,
You must be insane,
A number the gave,
Was changed,

I scream and you complain,
You walk and I run,
I cannot control your tantrums,
So, you understand...

Why didn't you call me from the road?
Wherever you're headed,
I have a right to know,
Seems all you need is to be rescued,

You are not my brain,
I've left you years ago,
In a puddle on Everett,
You said you were ready to go...

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