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Romeo and Juliet will never find it Easy.

 

Again I ride the line to love
In growing excitation.
I think I'm doing fine
But find
That blind Anticipation
Can not see what I Knew
Would be.
That Life and Matter
Must conspire
To put a damper on the Fire
Of my Compulsion.
Yet
I'm free to try as I
Will still, and Wait
Without the slightest Ire,
The Way,
The Wyrd,
The Hand of Fate
Will move,
And Pray
I'll never tire of Love.

 

 

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