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Rated: E · Poetry · Death · #2283705
poem of loss
How can it still hurt so much,
to be utterly absent of your touch?
Pain acute,
Observation astute,
How can loss lose so much,
to be utterly absent of your touch?
Chronic pain
Chronic stain
A hole in life emptied by loss.
Child, no child the pain just costs.
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