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Goodbye, Ariel. It's over. I felt it,
A chill, a sickness in my stomach.
I can't wait a week to see you
For a moment, let you natter,
Then wait one more week and
Hope you'll natter to me once
Again. I cannot love you when
You're always gone. I have to
Say goodbye. That love, which
Never came to much, has
Fallen ill and died, and, looking
Down at it, and not at you,
I know it has. I feel the chill.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-10-24 at 00:36

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