Cure are gone
The Cure is gone, all alone he sits and weep. No more poetry he can write, he's fast asleep. What happened to you. My friend are you ill or is it just cause you cant find the skill? Don't worry I'm sure you'll see the light very soon and realize that this poetry site doesn't revolve around you. So get out of bed give me a comeback I beg.
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