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Wednesday, 7 November 2012

The story Salinger couldn't write

And you'll forget me, Bear? 
(My Bear/ whoever's Bear). 
You will I know. 
Me 
shadow 
Me 
passer-by. 
But it's fine. 
I'll forget you too
though I'd like it to be otherwise. 
Through these wet days, through these nights, 
when again the sun arises and shines 
(really shines), 
I'll forget you as you, me, 
My bear, polar bear, teddy bear. 
I guess I like you a bit, 
your voice's some warmth 
your hair's some gold 
for my grey 
grey days. 
I guess you like me a bit, 
can sense it, 
Tuesday Thursday Friday. 
But I'll let it fade
away. 
O' Bear. 

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