manuscriptx
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She walks in silence by the night,
a weeping eared willow in flight.
Never called her by her maiden name,
'Just Lenore,' she said by the ocean bay.
'Do my eyes bright and fear you?' she said,
fighting back whimpers stuffed in my head.
'I love you so,' I couldn't let out,
Turning away she let out a pout.
'It is not the same,' fearing my forthcoming pain,
'I know' she said from the mouth of a lion's mane.
'The end is near,' we held each other in fear;
the end of this ipoem is all that you will hear.
a weeping eared willow in flight.
Never called her by her maiden name,
'Just Lenore,' she said by the ocean bay.
'Do my eyes bright and fear you?' she said,
fighting back whimpers stuffed in my head.
'I love you so,' I couldn't let out,
Turning away she let out a pout.
'It is not the same,' fearing my forthcoming pain,
'I know' she said from the mouth of a lion's mane.
'The end is near,' we held each other in fear;
the end of this ipoem is all that you will hear.