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#forlornness
Due, the times Arrival of a concerted friend At the designated since, the basis of every crime To be, a whole salvation of what ends Keep, the times Rue and divulgence to a rapid and just Merit, the coping suggestion of what ides Were, the note of atonement in fair, if not ought's must Solemn, the times Strange horizon's with a calling Ably, the needs of another, shied And true, sigh of curiosity, that has seen falling Adage, the times Sworn to better kind Turns of repose, have the sense to shine Well and could, the very order of what mind Secret, the times May to fore, the airing, a league with might To know a callous sorts of claim, the history of why We are that we are, the other side of what mercy might Stars, the time Worth neither whether willing nor would Comparison needs the let, the better in a wishful lime Tow and certainty to hold, a portrayal of hosts who could...
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Mar 8, 2023
Mar 8, 2023 at 12:27 PM UTC
The Opinion Of Many Before Time; However
smitten with a forsaken long lost love *** plus years ago, aye since didst roam'n o'er hill and dale as one heart broken beau twas being cow warring utter oxymoron, whereby thy perfect match I do frankly admit foolishly out sourcing of (good NOT FAKE nor bad) grief emo shun hull distress disgraceful, which hide de lee recognize coveted prime mate, (who shared love of playing scrabble, and born same January 13th birthdate, yet six orbits thy senior) mine golden opportunity to lose, viz ma mish mashed aggravating huff flew vee yam this then young asinine buck unwittingly inflicted long forgot 'til ear layer t'day thee spouse showed me an photograph, when suddenly this lix spittle curmudgeonly bard unexpectedly experienced abysmal love stricken agony (that despite pro missing to pledge - while taking a knee - troth Abby Robin - hoo became thy lawful legal wife - of Jew whoosh heritage juiced like me, and knew instantaneously upon setting eyes this then boyish lad - hood bid tootle loo at bachelorhood, when she eyed thyself (wedded now deux plucks decades), though no moo nee tomb aye name, thus har courtship rocky, hen new idea how tubby affectionate, hence early married life pitched 'tween Scylla and Charybdis fondness (albeit ex post facto) hike queue this poetic beat (fashionably late love note) ye, whose Capricorn astrological sign didst bid eternal happiness now delayed repercussions I rue!
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Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 1:43 AM UTC
Nostalgic Reminiscence Where'r Thee Be Maryann Sage
Forlornness that wraps the core of my being Still, relished by a heart that aches to write Alone, in subdued pain, but accepting I feel my body and all its agonies Never wanting this moment to end In spite of it all, a gentle smile I find solace in every breath And in this tender loneliness.
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Sep 27, 2020
Sep 27, 2020 at 8:37 PM UTC
Tender loneliness