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Tuesday, 14 January 2014

Precept

It is so easy to forget
Oui, je n'ai aucun regret
It as taken a while, yet
The demons seem to set
With the loss of the abject
Pain, indeed o yes I wept
Once a week in step
Distanced there to bet
Payment for the let
Dust that never swept
Returned by avocet
Ache of deeper debt
Your hold as we met
It is my only one regret
All that I recall I beget
Yet just so soon forget
Of all the times I crept
In nights I never slept
With dreams to intercept
The love of love I kept


This is a poem from Filmic: Love of Our World of Purples & Blues

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