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She was left: Alone. A mark blotted her name, A forgotten one. No one cared-- so it was thought, But gradually one was --seen-- Hopeful, Concerned, Irritated, Infatuated perhaps, But love was never to survive.
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Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 12:52 AM UTC
Incondite
She was left: Alone. A mark blotted her name, A forgotten one. No one cared-- so it was thought, But gradually one was --seen-- Hopeful, Concerned, Irritated, Infatuated perhaps, But love was never to survive.
Incondite: crude, unfinished
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Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 12:52 AM UTC
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