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The Lost Fork

The Lost Fork

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Hear me through

Another long run and a go,

Writing since the day

I had my desk and lights a few.


Roses for my love

A beauty for a dove,

Slicing down all my cuts

I bled each soul that hands my pub.


Raided those young years

For love and for tears,

Pieces of heart everywhere

I know she still remembers.


Headed against my shore

Was I a dumb or a bore?

Snowing with that man

I cried all my parts to allure.


Meadows with her hut

She's truly happy, I am, but,

Living an unsung story off beyond

The lost fork I had never in my cart.


Hold his hands

Snuggle and tickle his blends,

Let it be just a nightmare

I wish to live through these lands.


No more promises to show,

No more crusts of vow,

Raining off the table of my choice

I hope no harsher day comes to you.


Getting grasps off own laws,

Better grouped off those claws,

Soul that bumped through my chest

I may live another dawn without a cause.


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