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Writer's Cramp entry for a triolet style poem about secret love. |
With longing ache, you shall never know, this vessel of love, I hold for you, spilling with my tears which flow with longing ache, you shall never know as days slip by, my feelings grow, enduring love, so pure and true with longing ache, you shall never know, this vessel of love, I hold for you. |