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The name is in the first letters of the poem. I can't remember what kind of poem it is.
Until he told me why
Chances like ours were rare, a
Kind of ocean pearl, or a blackened moon.
Low and behold, he had tricked me again, into his car,
Off to his hotel room, so
Very quietly, no one would notice us,
Even though everyone already knows.