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May 2020
It pierced through without hesitation
that blade into my heart
the tip severing as you withdrew
burying itself in deeper with every sob
cuts of irreparable desolation
i would wonder how i would heal
if i could ever heal
the ache reverberating a melancholy
like the deep bass of a cello achouced from its strings
my grief bellowing a deafening soundΒ Β 
i was ready to abandon hope of a revival
instead my palms pushed hard against the ground
i.arose.
and my heart mended around your unrequited love
Rozana
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Rozana
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