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Letting GoA cherished possession we keep for special reason ageing with the change of season summons enhancing passion. In a clear blue sky delight fly soaring high mid-air rushed sweeping by a soul plummet to a hapless cry. reeling from the impact nausea set in with the fact guilt simmer to a willful tact cutting link is a most sensible act. Moment has come to a full stop heal the suffering from the mishap a total break of life to make up never again fall into the same trap. Move on and never look back pains may impede upon your track rainbows pitched by a shadow of black the welling tears await a tangible knack. The hardest thing to do is sacrifice a love so true if it isn't meant for you the only choice is to let go. *Pinky* Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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