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All those Long Island years ago…

It was like

When I stopped wanting to forget

I started to remember

Every minute

Every second

Lost—

And everyone I gave way to that bitter beast

Now empty, yet able

To proceed where I left him

All those Long Island years ago

While she watched The Great Gatsby

And I painted her in watercolors

Poorly, but good enough

For a young drunk in his prime

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