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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Daniel von der Embse


What do you remember?

How did I ever let you get away
That time forty years ago when
You came to stay with me
We went to Chinatown, to dinner
You, too young, too sensible
Me, the perfect gentleman
Was it really that way back then?
Or did I try to kiss you, force you
Do you even remember that time?
I beg you please
Don't tell me