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May 2016
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
Written by
Kassana  London
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