better late than never, and the only one I have to offer for now.
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She took her love and swathed it up
in lengths of golden silk
bound it fast with strings of pearls
and glistening gossamer bows
She placed her carefully gift-wrapped love
into a casket, jewel encrusted,
carved of rich mahogany,
with clasps of crafted gold
She made a raft of dreams and wishes
bound tightly up with make believe
and for a sail her soul she tethered,
to a mast of purest fantasies
She set her wrapped and coddled love
within its precious chest to sail
upon her heart-built craft
then, waiting anguished on the shore
she watched it flounder,
drowning
in the sea of his indifference
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