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No Other Night
No other night in my long string of nights compares.
My sadness found his touch that haunts me still.
A solid thing to be held and kept always close.
How many morning suns will burn before my parting?
My sadness found his touch that haunts me still.
A solid thing to be held and kept always close.
How many morning suns will burn before my parting?
Published 13th Sep 2023
Author's Note
The first line of this poem was in my diary the day after my first night with Shane.
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13th Sep 2023 11:13pm
We suffer the consequences of our actions then we try to find love again. Keep on writing.
