A Missing Rhyme.

She was a writer;
Who wrote about her super-man
Time and time again.

She wrote him into her verse
So that he'll live through the ages

But then;
There was a man who never lend his pen
Nor his paper
--and she's never lies upon a sheet

In the end;
She wrote herself down
On the last page
With her heartbreak and shaking hand.

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