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About This Poem
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That perfect web of pure deceit
Harsh words lying bold at her feet
Her eyes so cold, freezing hearts
Verbal darts fling to the street
Yet in that rash ill mannered state
Her words somehow fail to relate
Hence she picks from a la carte
That psycho somatic soul mate
In due time and some recompence
There is that change, current events
That swollen look, the baby mart
She dares not get out much since
is a form I made up. aaba ccbc ddbd
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