STORY STARTER

'Farewell, my almost lover'

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

Lover

Your eyes were my favorite color

With a voice like no other

Your presence was a cover

With a name that still brings a shudder


I wish you never knew of her

So we could’ve had one another

I wished you’d stop the uncover

So we could have the summer


‘Farewell, my almost lover’

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