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Sep 2021
Oh how the ruins of romance are sad,
kissing in the rain, wet, cold, just bad,
dancing in the moonlight drunken, just fab,
wondering should this turn me on,
or I just embarrass myself,
in front of Hermione, next,
comes morning and it's due,
screaming        
                             "nevermore!"
Written by
Felix Hackberry
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