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he loves me....he loves me not......

I sit and I stare at him
I always wonder where he’s been
What has he seen?
What has he done?
Where could he be?
A figure of my memory
Or a monster from the giant sea
I sit here wondering
Smiling, yawning, pondering
Of whether or not he’s found of me
But angry lies
Fall like tears from the my eyes
Soft and sound
Nowhere bound
But a heartless soul in the ground

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