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never thought…
it existed only in my mind that dry emptiness every time your name was heard never felt… my body murmuring like an arid desert my soul baked in confused anxiety I speak so few words never remembered the sound of your voice callously uttering love’s melodies how to remember nothing? never forget suffering and claustrophobia living alone in a stagnant cave the echoes alone are my friends never dreamed without nightmares of your absence the warmth of your arms only a sullen smile never loved… for how could I learn from a stranger the sweetness of a wildflower or the cool air of death’s farewell? without you [2008.30.6…b] Never-Ending Poem n° 19
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