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My love, There is a grief so heavy If I spoke about it The wind would howl your name I cannot bear the silence The solitude of life without you When I found you I learned how to breathe Now you're gone All the air has vanished Yet I am cursed to live To walk this unreal plain Today I write A poem That does not come from the pen of a poet I write with a withered smile Weathered face Battered tongue I've learned how to engage In human constructs Laugh, smile and cry At the right occasions All parlance and fraud The only thing real is you To be loved is one thing To be one is another I shall walk this earth Wishing for death I shall die with my eyes wide open Waiting for you
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May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 1:18 PM UTC
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My love, There is a grief so heavy If I spoke about it The wind would howl your name I cannot bear the silence The solitude of life without you When I found you I learned how to breathe Now you're gone All the air has vanished Yet I am cursed to live To walk this unreal plain Today I write A poem That does not come from the pen of a poet I write with a withered smile Weathered face Battered tongue I've learned how to engage In human constructs Laugh, smile and cry At the right occasions All parlance and fraud The only thing real is you To be loved is one thing To be one is another I shall walk this earth Wishing for death I shall die with my eyes wide open Waiting for you
kassana
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kassana
English
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 1:18 PM UTC
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