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The pains of love


An entry in The Crocodile Prize

I found someone to love and to hold
That special one stays close to my heart
Nay the moon fades and sun grows cold
She will still be that rhythm in my heart

But my fondness for the fruit of the vine
Has made me hurt that one close to my heart
And outside she acts like all is fine
But inside she is I know she is torn apart

What can I do to make it up, my love?
What do I do to make you forgive me?
What can I do to make you whole again?
What can I say to make it right?

My heart yearns to be near you
Absence from you makes my heartache
But I bring pain every time I’m near you
So I will keep my distance for love sake


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nice riposte. smooth.

Robin Lillicrapp

The weight of one's foot on the throttle
The pace of travel with each shove
Loosens more the grip on failing love
So for passions again confidence anew
Rid thyself of that damnable brew
Sing her praises in demonstration
Eloquent elegy of fluent libation
No remorse or pain in an empty bottle

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