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The Pen is Mightier than the Sword

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whynotsin

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I once knew a girl,

Raised in the woods.

Her words to me sounded like doves.

Cooing in my ears.

 

We kissed in darkened rooms.

Holding each other in long embrace.

Like a fool I broke away.

She must have thought I played with her heart.

But no,

I played with my own.

 

She flew away into strange arms.

While I fell into myself,

Destroying what was left

Brooding and regretting what I had lost.

 

I went out and fell away from it all.

Now shadows dance in my face.

A lonely specter,

A forgotten shadow.

A vanished face.

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