Aside

My morning is cold,
My morning is bold,
I have a cold.

My dreams are vivid,
I am not using Avid,
Its just that i am  livid.

My soul-mate is absent,
Wasn’t He heaven sent,
Now i hold a lent.

My obligations are raw,
I am left holding a straw,
Each day as they grow.

My future is a mystery,
Shrouded in past history,
But present is my memory.

My

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