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An Adieu That Hurts

Yes,my sin swallowed me; Like the toad-the adder's meal. When first you summoned me: Even of your love to feel. Loan was your Love and assests; You'd siad; 'Maybe he'll be an asset'. But after the Lent love laced with life, Pride weighed me down with strife: Pulling me off your standard. Scourging me even with your absence. Thy soft palm seasoned with fragnance, Elating my heart,ushering me into a trance. The smiles of your face glazed with honey, Sweetening my soul,costier than money. The lyrics of they words, Ringing yet,whipping my ears for the odds. How can i get back on the stairs; I'm made equal with tears. Even if not to fill the former field. Just let the torn soul again mend be. Come again,ho my princess: How long will you scold me with your absence. 17:14:11:10:00

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