Harriet! Harry-it,
hard-hearted harbinger of haggis...
Beautiful, bemuse-ed, bellicose butcher.
Un-trust... ing.
Un-know... ing.
Un-love... ed?
He wants you back, he screams into the night air like a fireman going to a window that has no fire...
except the passion of his heart.
I am lonely!
It's really hard!
This poem... sucks.
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