Time passes with runner's ease
,but purity of pain never leaves,
the sensation is so fresh
while the month number in years
But when the torment frees what is dormant
My Canto will be sung with tears,
I prayed not for us to separate
and will mourn the loss for years
but choice was not given,
only by outside love that all things go vivd
And just to make the crumbs in my mouth dry faster
You feel not the pain I do in the embrace of that bastard
Poetry crafted and read by Joseph Thomas
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