Living in a land of the lost where you keep disappointing
me with your lack of poetical acumen that you used to love
so much.
Falling on blank pages, nothing to show that you are here
with me anymore, no jewels, no feelings, no gems falling
from your brilliant mind to satisfy my lust for your poetry.
Why have you forsaken our poetical courtship for another,
my love, haven't I been the only one here for you through
it all?
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