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"the sound of a poem"
@Uootem
laying here, an insomniac dreamer...
my mind preoccupied with
absorbing the varied sounds that haunt my day
no time for slumber... no time for anything productive
as once felt emotions regain their strength
for the next barrage of coping with love lost
words calling.... pen trembling at the potential of
a poem to be cut in the broken heart left me
fear... to live such a mortal life... without
another poem about the love we shared
necessary to keep the sky from crashing to the ground,
I toss and turn like a child in the arms of hope
am I in them and are they real... these hopes
that one day our love will be renewed again.
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