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Feb 2020
Is it your taking, that deprives my rest
Of sweetly nothings, offered by a sleep?
Does will that motions scythe give shadows zest,
Compeling mine to follow them in weep?
Is by a terror does the dark give light
To my bereft that they by actions cause
When swift in bygone season love took flight
Into the bitter wake my eyes do pause?
No, love! The truest love that had mine breached!
Believes that slumber's time forgets the loss:
A state awake can spirit's love be reached:
No threshold has my love their need to cross:

In blackness calls a love 'why did you die?'
As unto heart is too the restless eye.
Written by
Mark  37/M/Australia
(37/M/Australia)   
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   Faizel Farzee and Bogdan Dragos
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