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Jun 2015
Your name starts with an A.
And end with a M.
But the D in the middle,
Made your road a riddle.
Yet the A that's repeating,
Made the way more becoming.
Hey if you add my E that begins,
And the R that made us twins;
Perhaps my S may soothe your path,
And my T would calm your wrath.
Finally the H that makes it done,
Paired with the E that makes us one.
Since I say that we're so alluring,
What's with that flare so glaring,
And those eyes that's soaring,
Away from this world so despairing.
Why can't you take me away,
I'm sure it's just child's play,
Yet you had to just delay,
and under you went to decay.
Right now there ain't no sadness,
Cause what fills me is madness,
As I'm in this world of vastness,
You still left me in darkness.
It's complicated, not.
You're dead. I'm sorry.
I loved you, I swear I did,
and I still do. I'm sorry.
But goodbye.
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