An Echo

 

I apologize if my poetry echoes of the
 heartaches, of long walks, and terrible dates.

I apologize if my muse imitates of the

 classics, of love and one long dead.

Just know that it's not me but my heart,

 not my mind but my soul,

Writing a coda to an incomplete song,

 just-

behold.

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