Longin
Incessant longings sail on my ocean of tears,
The thoughts of you lingering,
the loss of you sears the heart like the branding of an ox.
Reading back the memories, like reading from the end
to the beginning of a pocketbook,
Pictures flitter beckoning the past, but alas,
You already have moved on.
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