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Play.
You are my favorite playlist
on an uncontestable repeat,
making all the difference
and beauty in my defeat.
You're stuck in my head
like the first song;
I won't grow tired listening
no matter how long.
Even when tragic replaces perfect,
making all the difference
and pain in the absence of you,
I'd wish quickest glance.
Pause.
Then they all sound dull;
maybe you're my real match.
Ain't good at memorizing,
but I memorized you so much.
Play.
You'll always be my favorite playlist
on an uncontestable repeat.
I'll wait for the day you will finally save
and sweep me off my feet.
Next song.
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YOU ARE READING
Finite Infinitives
Poetry𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙄𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 ╰ a c o m p i l a t i o n o f p o e m s ╰ c o m p l e t e d "I haven't done everything I want, but in the realm of reams, I already did some."
