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poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Val�ry
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Long Forgotten
Do not weep, my pretty one What was here is now gone Words cut me like a knife How could you leave without a fight? Do not despair, my pretty one I shall recoup and carry on Strength did not save you From finding out the truth. Carry on, do not stumble My arms will not be here To catch your fall Do not hesitate, do not look back Because before you were gone You were long forgotten. raw || truth |