Verse Of Solitude (Aft. Sylvia Plath)
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You're gone
Down buried six feet deep
O how I wish to be with you
Being with you, I was never alone
We would travel to far away lands
Or the country for a Sunday afternoon drive
Now, I am rarely spoken to
Everyoneis always busy with something
As I sit composing verses of solitude
With my dear, old dog. beside me
Waiting for a walk
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