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Marisa Lu Makil Apr 2015
Dear lonely

It's been a month at least
I thought we were done
I thought we had ceased

But here we are again
Having done our dance
Will this ever end?

You tilt the way I think
What now shall I do?
I feel like I'll sink

I'm pushing through you, though
You will go away
You, my greatest foe

Dear Lonely

It's taken me awhile
But now I can see

That lonely is defeated by a smile.
So I smile, my mighty foe.
Blow as you will.
Soon, you shall be vanquished.

— The End —