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 Jul 2015 Bernard Ohare
megan
even though you won't remember
I'd thought I'd let you know
that I've loved you since September
and through December snow
even when you're drunk as hell
the way your eyes look at me
believe in something I'll never tell
everything you are, consumes whoever I may be
There are no words
To describe the pain.

This is therefore the end of my poem.
Not even a poem.

— The End —