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Light and
airy once,
As life and love surely were designed,
But as with life and love and everything,
All can change with time.
What once elated, can bitterness produce,
And life unlived can stunt,
A soul whose passion empowered another's,
Can sweet poetic words turn blunt.
Life without love,
An emaciated life that is, if life at all,
For lack of love soon hate turns to,
With spirit detached and passion subdued,
For with life am I no longer enthralled. |
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