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Penny Iloa Mar 2018
Broken beauty,
What hast thou done to thee, me?
My Darling has disappeared,
Is hidden,
Engrossed with fear.
Look at the state you've put me in...
Holding us back,
Afraid to win,
Where do we even begin?
Yet, it's not about me...
It's about we,
And how you forget to love thee, me!!
Oh my dear, sweet Heart,
How you suffer still...
Against your own free, egotistical, will;
Explain to me Darling,
Is this why we feel ill?
Mine own enemy,
Why cannot ye, love thee, me!!
Although time may be constant and pure,
You will find your way back to me again,
My Darling,
From now,
Until forevermore!!
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