will you think of me
when you go on
vacation sitting
under that
coconut tree
all alone
the hint of a black
and white
rainbow forms
when you see a procession
line
do you think I will
jump out of the hearse
and angrily
point at you
i want you to think of me
always
that
is your
curse
and never
forget
what you did
to me
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