Dan Brown Poems

There they sat,
like ghosts of the past,
in their clique.
Then there am I,
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G is for gorgeous, I look in awe.
G is for generous which you are, and more.
G is for gentle, so soft with me.
G is for gay, for all to see.
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I remember you, you know.
Wherever you are now,
don’t doubt that I don’t remember you.
I think, every day, of what you gave me;
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It’s been two years now, Nana.
Two years since you left,
heading for pastures new.
You’re not coming back to me, are you Nana?
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Travelling in a car for two and a half hours,
allows plenty of time for sneaky, un-pure thoughts
to flit through a boy’s mind.
Is it any wonder, then, that he may have the odd erection?
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Entering an invisible world;
A chatroom.
A place where identity becomes redundant.
You can be anyone you want to be.
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Noise.
Such noise.
Lights, and
people, and
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A lonely soul, with copper-coloured hair.
A ghostly figure, with skin so fair.
Yet along came you to unfreeze his heart,
and now, a transformation, about to start.
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A what?
A hoover?
What do I do with that?
Oh.
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Who exactly are the
Strangers
of this world?
Are they really the nameless beings
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