His girlfriend was full of beauty
Lost in retrospect, lost in time
He would hold her above the heavens
And soon enough shun her to the back of his mind
The thoughts of her soft, brown hair
Collapsing around her pale shoulders
Would evolve from feelings of love
To feelings of disgust
He was so glad to have lost her
But, the only thing he truly lost was
Himself
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