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Bitter lament.
By our old wooden bridge on a sunny day you stumbled upon my open mind you crept upon the shoulders of dawn and stabbed your love upon my heart That pain I thought had left and gone came crawling from its deep dark cave and ripped apart my jigsaw soul by our old wooden bridge on a sunny day. Notes: 8 line poem entry for Bite size poetry competition.
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