Not long ago,
Approached she
Came to say, bro
Listen me, hear me,
Well, want us to forego,
Ours friendship, ours goal,
Ours everything, ours soul.
But why it as a blow,
Why now, such a throw,
Why now me to undergo,
Weeks nothing on my bowl,
Months nothing in my soul.
You heard me ill,
Vagotomized,
Overheard it in theatre,
Nagged, he harassed?
No, not anyone knows
Except, my only being.
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