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Jul 2018
She weeps too much
Because there is nothing there

Who would have thought
Of such a devastating truth?

Clinging to hope
Even then we knew
All that is here now
Is only now for here

So why must she weep
So, so, so very much

Because all that she knew
Was deemed untrue

There is nothing there
And there will never be.
written 1 July 2018.

by The Lenora.

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The Lenora
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