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Apr 2018
Laughing? Laughing! Yes excessive grinding.
He was always laughing as if life was amusing
         As if things were amazing.
            He was one to be jovial
             As if living an Eldorado,
                             Denial
Hurting? Hurting! Yes excruciating pain!
  As if joy, to her, was poison flowing in her veins.
       As if an obsession of hers, with (pain)
                    She bonded like chains.
Laughing? Hurting? Yes intoxicating love!
Their chemistry everywhere opposed except from above.
They have never paired better, a crow and a dove.
Depression, obsession! Yes undying passion!
       Together their love making... exclamation
As like no other to each other causing mental invasion
She was a maze to whom depression was not a phase
He was all gay to whom life bloomed like in month of May.
              And though to each their own
                They cannot stand alone
          For together they make symphony,
              A beautiful piece of poetry,
     An eccentric Harmony in a canvas less scenery!
                          They were artistry.
Anselme St-Vil
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Anselme St-Vil  21/F/Brooklyn
(21/F/Brooklyn)   
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