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Jul 2015
With you I feel so slighted
Our love, it’s unrequited
There’s nevermore
A morning or
Your face, I see, it’s smiling
Instead, adorned a frown
Maybe I’d brought you down
You didn’t say
But turned away and now…
I begin to drown.

This is true love.
heisenvader
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