the following is typical trash made worse by the fact i trashed the type.
*
summer recedes
into the horizon
and i am alone
for even the leaves
fall
as flowers
that eventually
hide into the ground
where i will wish
to lay
on greener pastures
surrounded by others
in the final empty barroom
of hesitant buds
*
you know
it is certainly
the worst
to doubt the
certainty in
what was once
the best
you know
*
the worst goodbyes
are the ones you never
get to say
to the ones
who had gotten it
worse than they
could ever say
*
loneliness is no
more than the indication
that there is one person
you have yet to know
to love
to surround
like the single star
that can bring out
the night
Mizpellt wurdz 
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