Best Goodbye
From Arya Patel
My core yens to tarry,
With our fatuous prate, all eerie is merry.
Dama in I, shall be forsaken by me,
To accede mine iris thine onliest see.
Thy sui generis bolshie acts
Has gruntled me, that's one of the facts.
But fate dictates my quelled wish,
See sky, departing hues it shows, bluish.
Hereafter thy mention on my features shall forge a smile wry.
In the name of My Lord to thou the Best Goodbye.
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