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Dear
(Miss) Nadir
It’s clear you’re no longer here,
And I’m glad at that,
Never would I take you back,
Your beauty is a trap…- door,
I act more morose closely to you,
& lack focus, hope is mostly blue.
A sunken heart is a harsh place,
The drunken art that I’d partake -
In half-baked hot-tempered aches….
Nadir was nearly the death of me,
Yet I didn’t fear the cemetery.
Your nauseous nails worry nerves,
Alluring evil with sexy curves,
Assuring a negative verve -
On the verge of turbulence,
Nebulous as Neptune
Your flume shoots sin at the Moon…
As the doves swoon -
Alas, our love is consumed.
Goodbye dear Nadir
X
Ps.
Fuck you.