1,000 Words Too Late
My friend
The brine that stains my will
Searching
For your warmth to end my chill
And then I find
Through reminders
Indifference is worse than hate
A picture couldn’t say enough
1,000 words too late
Why
Do I continue to remain?
The high
Has evolved into pain
A source I loved
My skies above
Are obscured by your face
Your eyes twinkle like the stars
Deny me a taste
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