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Jun 2010
The weak sun on my face
mirrors my hearts joy.
The lack of warmth,
the absence of your light.

Suddenly, this is hurting me.

My capacity for pain
lessens day by day.
This lack of love
erodes the sense of self.

I'm losing against these waves.

Despair , loneliness,
the emptiness inside me
filled with the still black
pool of tenebrous rage.

Why don't you love me?
Why don't you want me?
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