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James

Why must I wear your name around my chest

when the very taste of it I detest –

it sickens me to roll it off my tongue

but you left me alone when I was young.

It lingers in my mouth so bittersweet

the day you left I remember sorely

the eternal echo, you burn and grow,

not to be rid of, but how much it hurts,

not to be forgotten, but from which to

learn; that those to say they’ll stay don’t speak the truth.