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A good love poem... tragic.
It was getting on well,
I thought it what I was waiting,
And I made my belt tight,
I was in for the deal.

So she proposed an inn,
And without a bother I was in,
I locked my car,
And she drove me there.

Her eyes were sincere,
And her words were very clear,
This woman loved me,
"Love at first sight," she said.

So we ordered and sat,
Exchanging few words,
And then the coffee was brought,
And we started sipping in.

First, second then third sip,
She sipped out,
With her eyes almost coming out,
She passed on, just like that,
End of the start.
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Published: 9/29/2014
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