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A poem as a Panacea
Suicidal, reclining on a sofa
Gazing at his partner’s photo,
A handsome friend of mine I got
He was by an overwhelming love smote.
To optimize hers and his pleasure to trim
She opted suddenly to desert him.
Buddy, what weighs so heavily on your mind?
Get it off your chest a solution I may help you find!
“An attractive girl sweet-talked me into love,
She playacted as one sent from ab...
Wednesday 17th June 2020 7:48 am
Cure a wound another could
The desire to wholly
Posses you
Was so great
Bitter and harrowing
Was the feeling,unfaithful
To memory's dustbin
You relegate.
At a loss how
My problem to solve
Crying out my heart
By a serene cathedral door
Myself to absolve
God blew on my way a dove!
With a tap
On the shoulder
A sympathetic
And cute girl
On par with
My ex-lover
If not better
"Believe me
There will come
...
Wednesday 14th June 2017 8:11 am
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