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Memoirs Of Her Beloved
Heart-broken, she let herself fall on the sand.
All this while, she had not seen coming such an end.
But now that she thought about him, he was too perfect,
while she was an under average girl with more than one defect.
Her fingers dug deeper into the sand,
And oblivious to the heat was her hand.
Maybe his was a premature end
but change the destiny no one can.
So, she hugged herself and drove to his place,
Entered his apartment at a fast pace
And rummaged the room looking for an old shirt,
Any paper that bore his writing or even a diary covered with...