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To the One I Lost Poetry Contest
We became us, me and Pascal
Perhaps slightly out with my rationale
But I was 18, prone to cause a fuss
Me and Pascal, we became us
Difficult goth girl, RPG devotee
Liked the same rock club you see
It felt so nice to give love a whirl
RPG devotee, difficult goth girl
I was his beauty, we planned our life
It was agreed we'd be man and wife
Though I was underclass and his mum snooty
We planned our life, I was his beauty
He played games, night and day
I graduated, he frittered time away
Completely gone were original flames
Night and day, he played games
Though he was very bright, he lost direction
I still blame his mum on reflection
At 23 didn't want to sit in every night
He lost direction, though he was very bright
We've lost touch, though I think of him
For years after he was like my phantom limb
5 formative years, isn't nothing much
Though I think of him, we've lost touch
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Di11y Da11y
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