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Sculpture Of Dead Thoughts
I put up a cenotaph,
For You, My First Love.
Because finally I have you buried
And thoughts of you
I will try to forget.
I display this monument
For all to see;
But I plead to report
That it comes censored
Only to refute all the ominous
In it I have made sure
That you are drawn and quartered;
So that if once again
I recall thoughts of you,
You will only re-appear in parts.
I put up this cenotaph
And challenge anyone of your likeness
To put it to censure.
Because it was made in your stead
Who is dead and buried elseheart.
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