Gear Poem by Cries of Demise

Gear

coming to a year
the end is what I fear
the love is still clear
the direction is hard to steer
i still yearn for my dear
the reasons aren't sheer
their actions are but mere
the outcome is but seer
i cannot jeer
for she is who she is
but kill me, their words to my ear
maiden sincerely insincere

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an unnatural poem
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