There is a chapter still left blank, the ending not yet clear.
The body of the story weak,
I will leave my bookmark here
When plot becomes a tangled web of fabricated lies,
and the theme has lost all meaning,
then that's when the story dies
The preface offered promise of a tantalising tale,
but with a poor selection cast
the theme was bound to fail.
There were too many errors that went by without correction.
A jumbled excuse for a plot
reduced to imperfection.
A writer knows it's still a lie, albeit of omission,
a fabricated fairy tale
wont print a new edition
This storybook about two lovers, now no longer smitten,
errata on errata made,
no final chapter written...
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