Pantoum

I had to write this poem for class. It's a pantoum, which is a form of writing that follows strict guidelines; however, I bent one of the rules and didn't rhyme it. ;) But, see if you can figure out the formula. This is a fairly short pantoum, so it should be easy to see the pattern.

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He was never meant to fall in love
with the wax sealed and mail-tired white that enveloped
unlined pages of hurried and accidental promises
when they were introduced- faceless and unfamiliar

Holding the wax broken and mail-tired white that enveloped
her long ascending desperate rhymes written in red
he laughed when they were courting faceless and unfamiliar
trying not to become one like a prisoner in an open cell

But her long ascending desperate rhymes written in red
became to him a crimson blur behind doubt-clouded eyes
as he tried not to become one like a prisoner in an open cell
for he was never meant to fall in love.