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4d
Never to be known,
a woman’s scorn,
how a man mourns.

Gone into the void,
Her being coy,
A boy becomes a man.

A pair,
to share despair,
from windows,
wiped clean,
from those,
who need to grow,
before they turn old,
and rot away,
bitter and cold.
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Written by
Carlos Iglesias  32/M/Western Mass
(32/M/Western Mass)   
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