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Grief
Grief sups away the nectar
That gives life some industry
And mocks the nature of each soul
That defines mortality.
Grief rises from... I know not where
To shake us to the core.
It brings passion to our heartache
When the wolf is at the door.
But like the tide... it comes and goes
With no thought for you or me
And no matter how we suffer...
It ponders endlessly.
The End
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David Mchattie
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