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Inside of me are the musings of a girl with a lost identity...help me find her through my words. Use my words as breadcrumbs
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Prose Challenge of the Week #52: Pick a classic poem and re-write it, modernize it, and share your poetic interpretation of the piece. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100 and will be placed first on our Spotlight page and the runner-up will receive 1000 coins. When sharing to social media, please use the hashtag #itslit
nototebags
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To My Dear and Loving Lover

If ever one was loved, then surely 'tis I.

Such love that clouds the clear, glassy eye.

If ever boy was happy with a girl,

So happy as to offer her a thousand pearls.

I need thy love more than the stars of the night,

More than the peep of orange at prime morning light.

Our love is such that minds throw in the gutter,

It is the kind that fairytales dare not utter.

His love is such that cannot run dry;

My tears stay hidden, for I am too joyous to cry.

Then while we live, let our love be restless,

That when we live no more, our legacy may be endless.

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nototebags
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To My Dear and Loving Lover

If ever one was loved, then surely 'tis I.

Such love that clouds the clear, glassy eye.

If ever boy was happy with a girl,

So happy as to offer her a thousand pearls.

I need thy love more than the stars of the night,

More than the peep of orange at prime morning light.

Our love is such that minds throw in the gutter,

It is the kind that fairytales dare not utter.

His love is such that cannot run dry;

My tears stay hidden, for I am too joyous to cry.

Then while we live, let our love be restless,

That when we live no more, our legacy may be endless.

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