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a sad poem of loss |
| My pen, I have dropped. My heart, it has stopped. As I lay on the gravel, My mind is unraveled. The bench, it has tipped. My soul, it has slipped. My heart skipped a beat, As I ran with my feet, To the place where we met, To see what I'd get. I ran for so long, And found you were gone. |