I want to hold you but I can't
my love is simple and for one
it is not for svelte and supenal like you
my vernal love is sedulous, untendentious
i love but i realize, i better keep it... mine
for my tomorrow to penultimate
so even in your absence
when you are already there in other's hands,
a woman, rightful for your pyrrhic love.
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