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October 31,2021

Beyond the shores of melancholy, there was a time I held her hand. My heart now bears the untold story, like a ship at sea, that longs for land.

A great untruth, my lips have borrowed, a boundless treasure to line my chest; the wealth of words are in their sorrow-- and words are all I can bequest.

We remain unwritten throughout history, no x will mark us on the map; but in books of prose and poetry, you loved me once, in a paragraph.

And your love has left me, on this island, it has filled my cup up to the brink; Yet I grow thirsty in this silence-- there is not a drop for me to drink.

-Sunoo

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