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Oh well...

The day I was unearthed for poetry;
an unfamiliar heart rate had rang
and was swept away by innocence...

The day that I advertised my poetry;
my unfamiliar heart rate harangued
and was eager for love's suspense...

The day that 'we shared' our poetry;
my unfamiliar heart rate had sang
and commenced gentle lovingness...

So then,

That night we celebrated our poetry;
my soul illuminated, as to enchant,
and ignited passion; drawing heads...

That night we had tested our poetry;
my soul composed love to interact,
and once more...removal of threads...

That night "the love" recited poetry;
my soul untangled as you cracked
and unraveled the scaled insolence...

It happened...

The morn arrived to breathe poetry;
my spirit grasped the earth to relax,
and feel alive, yet stagnant...lifeless...

The morn arrived trialing for poetry;
my spirit recants a differed contact,
and perils of love and measurement...

The morn arrived addled by poetry;
my spirit's dignity flowed in content,
and yet whisper deaths next attempt...

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