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Apr 2020
We live in endless dread,
    we are born to love. .
Under a burden of societal views,
and fear of solitude.
   Told,
we are incomplete alone.

Flawed,
   burdened,
      built to sadly love.

-Alone-
#homage
A Poet
Written by
A Poet  The Moon
(The Moon)   
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