A parody of Hearts.
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It wasn't supposed
to be this way My
Lovely..
but I've now
witnessed
The Theater
of Hope within our
Hearts portray a
Parody..
which mimics all
thing real and sacred.
(that I thought you
felt for me.)
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You were such
a beautiful method
actress..
becoming the character
you admired,
in that pretty summer
dress..
as I played the
Pauper that you
Loved!
(or pretended to
at Best.)
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But The Stage sits
empty now my
Lovely..
as red curtains
lay tattered on a
floor grown cracked
and dusty..
and No audience Sits
to pierce the void, or
fill the absence of your
longing!
__
So it seems my
sweet that Our Heart's
Parodic melody
shall End in a manner
twice as suiting!
A Tragedy..
(which seems more
realistic to me.)
j.s.h.
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