Dear damoiseau

I wrote a love poem and it killed me.

 It went like this,

 She said that I was much to far away.

 She said I already have enough friends.

 She said she didn't want me.

 She said shes out of my league.

 She said enough to absorb a black hole.

She said it all with her eyes.

 She spoke nothing but kindness. 

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She spoke like she was dead.

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