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Sep 10
I miss when she was there,
O, for me, how she cared!
Her tender brown eyes' stare
And her soft, curly hair.

Time went by in a flash
O, how my feelings were crushed.
'Til today, I still feel like trash.
I wish I never left you, Ashe.
First poem! Depressing, I know, but that's how it is
Mademoiselle Raconteuse
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Mademoiselle Raconteuse  17/F/Thy Heart
(17/F/Thy Heart)   
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