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a little something for the rhymers
love come and goes,
turned asunder
It's end as loud as
winter thunder
its finale is deep
like the breath
we breathe
from the gallows
heart there can be
no reprieve
and in all the was
and was not that is
and in all the is that
will ever be or never
was
my friends, love dies
because that's
what love
does.
Published 7th Mar 2022
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7th Mar 2022 11:13pm
Dear BK,
Oh dear. I’m sorry if this reflects what I’m imagining it might. Love does morph and can be exceptionally painful when it does, for me anyway. I always miss a part of myself that I have away. Luckily these days my memory is for shit so I don’t remember a lot. 🙄
This is a wonderful write of reflection and wisdom. H🌷
Oh dear. I’m sorry if this reflects what I’m imagining it might. Love does morph and can be exceptionally painful when it does, for me anyway. I always miss a part of myself that I have away. Luckily these days my memory is for shit so I don’t remember a lot. 🙄
This is a wonderful write of reflection and wisdom. H🌷
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