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I watched my friends fell in love,

Plagiarised were my feelings.

It hurts like they are using my bed

to express their feelings.

His letters from before,

I saw love.

Memory spans that I cannot readpt

into the way I used to love before I met you.

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An ode to Atta foresight

I wish I could foresee it, 

and how it would come to pass.

Though it is hidden from me. 

Yet with lust I will expect. 

And my Shadow I will not reject. 

Mortality charges its pay,

You were right to leave,

in disgrace, in solitude: I stay.

Veiled, I walk.

Between the dying forest of my days.

My suitors' abandonment;

I did not forsook.

Forthwith I must go,

till you visit my grave. 

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