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Saturday, April 22, 2017

HISTORY'S ODE

Fool for a day
When she went away.
Never again
Back where I've been.

Attempts to capture
That elusive rapture
Have all ended badly
Leaving me empty, sadly..

No longer do I feel
Never knowing what is real.
Playing the part
Of giving my heart.

Yet now always holding back
To survive the next attack.
Love on pretense,
A duty of sense.

It is what it not was
Again never because
The reflection of me
Hides wounds you can not see.

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