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Notes on Destruction
Poems
Mar 29
Reverberating
I wear gold, and you wore silver;
all my memories seem to linger.
My hair is blonde, and yours was black;
at times, I thought that we had luck.
You loved the night; I preferred the morning.
Now all that remains is me here, mourning.
You were my silence, even though you sang;
for months, I would wait for youβand hang.
And once, I wrote what I left unspoken,
a ray of sunlight through what seemed broken.
Poems found me when the whole world was gone,
and you gave me your last kiss at dawn.
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Notes on Destruction
28/F/Barcelona, Spain
(28/F/Barcelona, Spain)
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