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Jan 2013
There once was a desolate heart,

whose beating would never start,

But along she came

To disappear again,

In my dreams, she masters this art.

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One day she came and smiled at me

More beautiful than the shining sea

And then in my chest,

My hopeful breast,

My heart drummed a loving creed.

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O, to the pain I feel inside,

How I wish it would subside,

But I love the passion

I have to your faction,

Of your loss, I am petrified.
Andrew P Marheine
Written by
Andrew P Marheine  Richmond, VA
(Richmond, VA)   
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