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Jan 15
I wish I never met thee
For when I saw you love ensnared
For how can I escape the Beauty you entailed?

Yet I suspect I stand alone
For my love, you give not a care
Fate has put me in a place that is quite unfair.

But upset I shouldn't be
For memory will lose your face
The laughter that we shared will echo in its place.
Experimenting with syllable patterns
Written by
Joe  M
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