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Apr 2020
Each night I call for my love,
Yet I get no response.

Each day I think of my sweetheart,
But I can’t get further than a thought.

Each evening I cry for my darling,
However tears solve nothing.

Each hour I picture my angel,
Though the image is no longer clear.
Written by
Regan  F/Portsmouth, UK
(F/Portsmouth, UK)   
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