Crude Sorrow
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Pieces of broken glass.
Slow tears in a broken heart.
Insipid vows.
Doubtful romance!
I am on the brink.
I adore loving.
But dread sorrow.
I endure crude agony.
Being far off your sway.
However, I am terrified.
that could serve me.
Written: June 18, 2022
Copyright © Sotto Poet | Year Posted 2022
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