STORY STARTER

'Farewell, my almost lover'

End your poem with this line, reflecting on lost love.

Passage

Oh, when will it pass, when will I know any meaning to what might have been To wonder, to think, to pause and recall Any change to the same of back then How strange I think to have ventured so close, in and of all the questions that show Such meaning to grant contrived in the head, was it real? Was it not? I dont know As we might or we will get lost in our thoughts more than those with one or another A time that must come, in pity or sake when we do decry Farewell, you who was almost my lover
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