our emotion,
became your passion.
Adventurous field for thoughts,
imagery feelings colage in post.
Page to page expressing talent,
we fed on your savant.
After so much development,
we had to reap disappointment.
This was never sweet to swallow,
how could a heart be shallow.
Truth be told,
from you this is uncoth.
Shortly we stood, now-diserted,
this road of memoir, now-diverted.
We wish we had tears for you,
unfortunately change is inevitable.
Niether love could make you linger,
nor curious thought could make you reconsider.
We might have tripped on your suave,
perhaps made you starve.
To drift and leave,
surposely you had nothing on your sleeve.
Either way we doleful,
some day will meet hopeful.
In a couple of days it'll be a new era,
all we say r.i.p OPERA.
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