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Apr 2016
You were
you are
the one that I love.

The one
to make
me fall from above.

It's hard
to say
that you don't know,

That I
am in
love with you so.

Winter Spring
Summer
and fall,

could not
foretell
the difference at all.

You were
so kind
to make me believe,

that I
was loved
but soon proved naive.

I saw
you for
what you have said.

Now I
wish that
you were off dead.

Not dead
in life
but dead in heart,

for you
were the
one to tear me apart.

b.m
Brooke Sylvia
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Brooke Sylvia
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