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Wednesday, 8 February 2017

{Poem] Never Be

The single pin
Dropped to the grounds,
Almost a din,
In the silent rooms,
I didn't realize that
I was holding my breath.

The cigarette's gray ash
Flamed red, flickering,
With my lips' single touch;
The winds had me shivering,
I didn't realize that,
The windows were open.

Nectarous taste of love,
Blessing or curse;
The pain memories leave,
For better or for worse-
Either way I am aware,
You will never be mine.

Wakeful jolts of nightmare,
Emptiness so real;
Hatred, lust and love,
Sinful or sacrificial?
However the prayers,
I will never be yours.

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