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Conversion

Here we are at separate Sanctions no longer equal A level could not make this right An enemy is your sequel Not scorned or wrong But simply lost Hurt so deep All love is lost And what of you My tranquil soul No longer full But no longer whole A floating ghost In natures quest I thought you loved But not your best And now I float Among the lost No penance for Or monetary cost A helpless being Surviving less Forgotten by all A lovers mess

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