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May 2015
This pain —
Now my only duty.
It is my God and sun.
It is my strength and weakness,
As all else fell away.
It is the echo of her name.
It is all the roads in Greece,
I walk them daily
To know each crack.
It is all that I have left —
My currency and shame.
This pain.
mrmonst3r
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