Quasi Poetic Poetry

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Reminiscence

Between bookshelves I see
The birthplace of my sorrow
Where my affection for thee
Thou swayed for distant morrow.

Oh the soul dids't thou harrow!
Denied the sole joy it sought
Through words of wisened Plato
Desires confessed worth naught.

Forgetting became sole resort
Shattered memory the mind's retort
Yet hearts repell the whims of reason
Their emotion, sweetest treason!
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