CAMELOT FANTASIES

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A friend once, you were to me.
What cast you, beyond thee.
You hurt me more, when you didn't reply.
Why did I feel, like I wanted to die.
My memories, are in distinctive style.
When you my tears, that I had cried.
On the page, like an outline.
Our friendship, no longer to engage.
Feelings, ov painful rage.
In my tale your now, but a line on a page.