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The Dimple, Die
oft
in gorges of weakness strength rages
a free willy rock down high cliffs
only subsivient to ills of august
painful times all minds hide from a visit
even season's ghastly winds reject the idea
perils of such overcome loves'chuckles
an inert smile bereft of a fiery flame
to win her heart laugh the loudest
then came october with fits of sadness
whatever gave strength in september-gone
gaiety slowly ebbed from our lives
a fragile fragrance turned quite pungent
i realised how mortal things are
a lovely dimple in april dies in october
however your faith,love conspires with hate
shoulders juddered as i broke down-violently
our meet was the greatest profanation
my life, all washed down stream
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