I wrote a pantoum, a poem in which the second and fourth lines of the first stanza are repeated as the first and third lines of the next stanza.
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This is the reason to leave
now that love has died:
We are total opposites;
I am warm sunshine and you are cold snow.
Now that love has died
we can go our separate ways.
Since I am warm as sunshine and you are cold as snow
we have nothing left in common.
We can go our separate ways
pursuing our individual interests.
We have nothing left in common
except for broken hearts.
A new life pursuing our individual interests
would heal our crying hearts.
But is this a valid reason to leave?
Why can’t you be cold sunshine and I be warm snow?