Femme Mcbridge

Chennai. October 5,1980
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Too good to goodbye

I set the field for a goodbye scene,
Unexpectedly, he gave me a ring,
To express his spring,
But received Autumn as my return gift.
By cloud seeding the sky,
With my mighty confab flight,
My thunderous words weaved a silver line.
Amidst the happy clouds that finely crane,
Shattered was my Cupid’s frame.
With a thud sound the raindrops fell,
With no vendor to cry out names.
With nothing to refute,
My body returned with a oozing heart,
And realised that stabbed my own heart,
To just make a crate out of this fate.
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