Vicesimus Octavus

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If our love
was a poem

Impossible is what
we'd call rhyme

And to call it perfect
would be an aesthetic crime

But still despite its flaws
the composition does not die

For as long as passion
does not fall out of its prime

This poem shall withstand
the test of time

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