Sometimes you need your past,
To learn from the things you had cast.
You also need pasts that makes you burst,
For you need sad broken hearts,
To have a strong and experienced mind.
You may not be here but afar,
I thought of you while looking at a star.
Sometimes I am just siting at a bar,
Missing you when you are so far.
This poem was written in a car.
Amazing things.
Amazing kings.
Lasting perfume.
Everlasting gloom.
KNOW YOUR LIMITS.
Words rhyme,
That's the secret to this fun crime.
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