Feelings (F-Poem)

Fetch me some flowers, fair friend;

For now, our feelings are far-strung;

They failed through the fiendish floods:

For, saying that we, as friends, are fake,

And that our fairytale was not as fruitful

As before. To forgive is thus:

A foggily-framed fete,

And a fair façade to falsify our figures.

The End

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