51. Sad Vacation.

Every hour that I count, made from minutes eternal,
Lasts a whole day long, un-writing my empty journal.
The times we should have had, and the memories we could share
Are being stolen once again, all because HE's there.
So I lament for an age and more, as you court on Devon's shore
Dark thoughts abhor, for HE has who I adore.

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