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This Imperfct Love
This Imperfect Love What are these words I hear you speak This story you have layed before me Please tell me I sleep For I cannot bare this to be reality I would tear off my ears, wash my eyes, destroy all senses if it left me blissfully unaware of this truth. This truth which haunted my dreams, and would have plagued my thoughts if I had known it was to become an eventuality. There is nowhere to hide, no open arms to run into, as the man whome I entrusted, whome unleashed this terrible fate, is not there, as he has polluted this imperfect love and now a stranger stands before me, for the man I once knew is gone. I hold many questions, to which I could not hear the answers, for the thought, which excludes elaboration is painfull enough. It is no longer a nightmare, for it is now an intoxicating memory, a wound cut so deep into my very soul. To which I cannot nuture with my hands, I hold no anesthetic, and I prey time will bring back my sanity.
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