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Jun 2018
I
So as not to speak
As words are here to poison
The miserable heart it has chosen
I bind not blindeth on wher’s I laid my heart’s end

II
T’was a mischievous song and a sweet scent
Alas the end is near and neareth shall I bind thee
So as to beset someone to collect my reality
As I gain strength to give my covert sentiments

III
Bewitched by the eyes of nigh ol’ amour
Whispers of greatness thee angels sinking deeply
Drowning on savagery as I was scrapped dearly
T’was nigh my ol’ amour death shall devour us

IV
Alas the end is near
A ******* shanty promise
Longed and forgotten
Is it I who will bid farewell?

V
I, a scared entity
A coward, nay I say doth I could ne’er speak such sentiments
Forget me and leave me be

VI
I, a living entity but nearly death has taken me
Doth already poisoned my heart’s hope
If I could love, says the ol’ lad
I do, I do keep my sentiments at bay

I abhor it everyday
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pseudonym123
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pseudonym123  25/F/Philippines
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