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Oct 2013
Maybe you know how this goes,
this may be your forte,
so you can strum along to the tune.
The rise and the fall,
the endless noise of my heart.
Perhaps you're not destroyed.
But I have felt this aching,
I've never made it to the end.
I was struck by the fire and it burned through my soul.
It burnt every beat,
And there are never words.
Only stares. Longings.
And it's all so ******. ****** from the start.
Maybe we were not meant to live in love.
Elora Atwell
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Elora Atwell  Colorado
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