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Mar 3
The Universe cares not,
for a fragile heart.
My feelings don't concern it,
not in the slightest.

It has no empathy or understanding,
of beauty or love.
It can't feel pain or loss,
or the sharp sting of regret.

It knows nothing about hurt,
or my insignificant wants.
My lonely nights, to it,
are nothing within nothing.


The flecks of colour in your eyes.
The tiny freckle on your lip.
The soft hairs on the back of your neck,
and the way I loved them all.

Lost in the expansive black void.
Swallowed up and forgotten.
I will find you in another life,
or another Universe, and I won't let go.
Written by
Archer  38/M/Near Toronto
(38/M/Near Toronto)   
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