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My pain is soothed by your neglect

Though sure love can not be cured

Your heart’s not ready to object

With me it can be only fueled

I miss you as I’ve never done

But still you are my friend not lover

We stick together not like fun

We’re just parts of the same drama

I promise to believe in God

And follow roads I was once sent to

I’m just of woods a modest rod

That hopes to rise against all odds!


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