Unbecoming
powerful pounding in my heart
knowing what is missing
wondering how i wasnt so smart
maybe she's forgiving
one thought running wild in my head
where could the necklace be
would it be better left unsaid
shall I just quickly flee
gone for hours, came back with nothing
unsuccessful searching
it is turning unbecoming
feeling disconcerting
hard labor along with long hours
continous drudgery
with one overwhelming desire
for one discovery
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