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Author: Amakhania
Fiction Rated: K - English - Angst - Reviews: 2 - Published: 10-19-03 - Updated: 10-19-03 - id:1426516

Sir,

Sir, dear Sir,

Little voice in your ear,

Say’s she loves you,

But there’s no one here.

Silly mistake

You know you did make.

You spoke, long ago;

Distant fears of heartbreak.

But love her you did,

You’ve said it was so.

And ignore her you do;

Forgot to let go?

Oh Guru!

Oh leader!

Oh well informed man,

Tear her apart

As quick as you can.

Her spirit

So weak; child eyes you do see;

A pat on the head

And she’ll let you be.

To go cry in the corner

For no reason you’ll see,

As she is at fault

For questioning thee.

Oh Guru!

Oh leader!

Oh well informed man,

Tear her apart

As quick as you can.

Oh master!

Oh martyr!

Oh my lord, don’t you see?

But say what you like,

Pay no attention to me...



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