Odey Patrick Biography

I will spit your name, Bella
For too long has the taste lingered
The bitter after-taste of our krest affair
Pitch drools on my subdued tongue.
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Here, where the humming fan is still
and the firmament bulbs dimmed
flies shall over my limp form buzz-
a befitting funeral with no cost.
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My phone stares back at me
Wonderin within at me, maybe.
I could just reach easily for it
And dial you up in a blink
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I never meant to Love
But bring your heart to Love
I ever meant to hurt
Your fragile heart that loved.
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So once again
I sneaked
More than a furtive glance
your way, then the mental art
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