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Oct 2016
17
The heart can not think, so mine did not
So I swerved in my orbit around thee,
Which angered Nature's precise decree,
Which flung me far out of my slot

And gaining speed, I now lose height
Is this the force of a broken heart?
My journey burns me; my final flight
To you, my end, as I now dart.
Written by
eilaf  22/M/Pakistan
(22/M/Pakistan)   
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   Doug Potter
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