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passion
Why must I be so true to thee?
Thy plight you force upon mine soul.
Thou know what fate hath wrought on me:
a wave of doubt with no control.
I fight in vain against the sea,
drowning slowly, Life takes its toll..
You take from me and leave debris --
This emptiness that once was whole.
Sorrow of past come back to be,
and hence I see the foolish knoll.
Twas me that buried myself not ye,
yet you were caught in that same hole!
I know not what passion hath wrought,
but better are we, apart than not -
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About the Creator
June
I'm here to get better and to be human. I want to fail and learn and get better and become a stronger human and writer because of it. It will be mostly poems until my book is done. After that, who knows?
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