True it is that we strangers do lie
In each other's hearts.
Unrecognised .
Till the breaking of dawn opens the buds and caresses the wounds.
I can then say we two have once loved.
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SHALL
PoetryRanked # 494 in poetry 2017 Everlasting agony and infinite 'shall' in my decaying soul .
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True it is that we strangers do lie
In each other's hearts.
Unrecognised .
Till the breaking of dawn opens the buds and caresses the wounds.
I can then say we two have once loved.
