I have
No more
Poems, for you
Darling

My pen,
Once wrote
For you
Is done

With ink
I penned you
Masterpieces,
My dear

“But I am
In favour
Of new
Muses,”

I say, as I
Crumple up
The last piece
Of writing:

I never loved you.

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