Tag: Love
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only you are there
I know. I know. I know you know. What you’ve done to call to and kindle your sadness.
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The second time was poetry
The first time I met her, I lost her, In between I wandered a forgotten route. The second time I again found her, In between the poetry I wrote.
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unwrapped gifts
So how did the flowers disappear? I ask : her searing silence is the answer All now gone everything withered for me.
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my lost list
sooner rather later, I’ll make a list of regret follies stupidities much better yet one of people I’ve wandered past. opportunities lost those better left yet forgotten I have a draft I refer to it often But you won’t be on it.
