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Fevor

scars heal
however they were meant.
minds will always reel.
and I have now sent
word by mail
to your canvas tent
down that long forgotten trail--
that it wasn't your fault,
it wasn't mine either.
my heart wasn't a vault
and the passion... just a fever,
and I couldn't have loved you.
no matter how I may have tried,
however you had chose to woo,
still, we would've cried.
I was born to love a different kind.
so don't feel sad,
we all know love is only a little blind.
you see what we had
you see what we lost
but, we were never star-crossed...





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