Psyche
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Lovely Psyche, we lightly brushed the arrows,
But scratched both our souls
With a life time infection.
Flying off like sparrows
As we were pulled apart by the winds of life;
With so little objection,
We somehow had different goals.
From time to time like the fire attracts the moth
This lingering fever seems to have warmed us both
With smoldering memories
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Richard L Ratliff