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June's Beginning
My heart bleeds for you
she who makes it skip
she who cares for me,
she, the one I care for.
Tears come to my eyes
as each day I pass without her.
The broken heart bleeds.
Can it be mended? Ah, yes
but someone has to tend it.
Someone has to care for it.
That someone could be her
Should be her
Might be her.
Will be her.
Hopefully, her.
Come summer’s break
a path will open
one of hope
my hope.
On this path she may tread
towards the arms
of the one who loves her.
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