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Jun 2021
So many words,
It was an extended eulogy,
Each desperate speech,
More eloquent than the last,
Bleeding out of the heart,
Torn pieces of the soul,
Ravished from the mind,
Words doomed to fail,
That blew away in the wind,
To echo through eternity,
It all had the same meaning,
All held the same hope,
Love doesn’t have to die,
And please don’t go,
But slowly, so slowly,
Acceptance came,
And each turned to go their way,
Because every funeral has to end.
Written by
Janet Doyle  50/F/Pennsylvania
(50/F/Pennsylvania)   
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