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Sunday, February 22, 2015

A small attempt at poetry




In the quiet all alone
I have no pulse,
no breath.

In the quiet all alone
on the verge
of death.

In the quiet all alone
Your love
begins to seep.

In the quiet all alone
I have no tears
to weep.

In the quiet.

Love lives.



And my heart remembers.
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