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05/02/18 at 11:24PM
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Poetry
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Where have you gone,
My pretty one?
When did you first think
To go?
Was it because of the
Argument,
Or for spurning you so?
How can I ever apologize,
or ask you to please don't go,
If I cannot talk to you
Because you are absent?
My nights have grown,
Oh so lonely now
And I miss not having
You here.
