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There are times when you cant see,
who in the World, is your enemy.
Don't sit there, so quietly
when all you may know
is your "why?" was a once
and off she would go.
Words that I say,
mean nothing more
for the word "Once"
was most certainly a "We".
This gibberish, I write,
as I have written now,
are words out of order,
something I cannot allow.
My mind is now broken,
my sight is now dim,
for I call to the heavens,
please rid us of him.

I hate not you;
just your wicked ways.
Your selfish behavior
must soon go away.

A Rine, a word,
don't tell me now,
for I wait not
to say, not ever or how.
Why do you bother
with this thing you are?
Don't you know
that a distance so far
will affect thee
no matter what's said
for you will be gone
when this scourge is dead.

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Words fly to the page,
written to engage,
the reader. A type
who enjoys this tripe.
Some words are lined through,
that is what I do,
for erasures won't begin
when you write with a pen.

No time to worry.
No time to see.
Our life together,
will no longer be.

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The lonely tune of silence is sung
by all the adults who are young.
Please stay with me, don't go away
for I need you more, every day.

Forever the day.
Forever the night.
Life isn't easy
and we must fight.
Fight back our fear
of the great unknown,
after we have found,
the coop has been flown.
Track the culprit,
track him far.
Make sure he knows
just who you are.
Fate will come to he,
ad infinitum it will be.

A wayward soul,
a quick romance,
a lonely person,
a local dance.
A decade of years,
a long, long time,
a question of why
a fond memory of
a time gone by.
A time to cry,
a love of life,
a mournful sigh.

What are these thoughts of mine
on this day so divine,
for I ask, with words entwine,
please be my valentine.

Go you now, oh creature mine.
Run and hide, away from here.
Try to find a place divine,
Where nothing is said by her or you.
Don't stop doing what is right
But try as hard as you can
To resist the lying Flimflam man.
He will lie and say untruths
For diversion is his goal,
To keep us all wondering why
He always does have to lie.