She ashens my docile being
Now writing poems for someone unknown

I was muse of her poetry once
Now she praises someone unknown

I was the pivot of her poems back then
Now she loves to write for someone unknown

Her poetry was sang lores of my love
Now she decorates her poems with someone unknown

I was the novel she daily read
Now she reads the name of someone unknown

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